december 2008

TWAS ONLY FIVE DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND WHAT DID WE GET? ANOUTHER WONDERFUL SNOW STORM AND MANY MORE TO COME YET.IWALKED OUT INTO THE COLD,GRABBED MY SHOVEL IN ONE HAND,IT WAS BLITERING COLD SHOVELING AS FAST AS I CAN. I SHOVELED AND SHOVELED TELL I RAN OUT OF SNOW, AND WHEN I WAS FINISHED IT STARTED TO SNOW. THE BIRD FEEDERS FILLED AND THE PATHS BEEN SHOVELED OUT, THE DOGS GONE INSIDE THATS WHAT IT,S ALL ABOUT.

FIVE DAYS LEFT TELL CHRISTMAS , SANTAS ON HIS WAY, BRINGING TOYS TO ALL THE BOYS AND GIRLS IN HIS REINDEER DRIVEN SLEIGH. THE DRIVE WAYS ALL CLEARED OUT SO HE,LL HAVE A PLACE TO LAND, LEFT SOME APPLES ON THE GROUND HOPE HIS REINDEER UNDER STAND,THIS FITH DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS, STANDING OUT IN THE COLD. THIS SHOVELING SNOW IS GETTING PRETTY OLD.

MOM'S ROOM

MY DEAR MOM AGE 84 NOW,
SHE LIVES IN THE UNITED HELPERS HOME ON ROUT 68 JUST OUTSIDE OF OGDENSBURG NEW YORK. SHE SUFFERS FROM SAVERE DEMENTIA, SHE LOVES VISITERS, DOESN,T MATTER WHO YOU ARE TO HER YOUR HER FRIEND. BECOUSE SHE THINKS AS ME HER SON AS IF I WERE HER FRIEND. SHE HAS FORGOTTEN MY NAME , AND HER DAUGHTERS NAMES, SHE LOVES CATS, SO I BUY THEM FOR HER. ALTHOUGH SHE IS WELL TAKEN CARE OF AND HAS A VERY NICE PLACE TO LIVE, SHE LACKS THAT SINGLE ONE THING WE ALL LOVE TO HAVE. SOMEONE TO TALK TO. I STAND AT THE DOOR WAY AND LISTEN FOR A BIT BEFORE I WALK IN. SHE IS NOW REPEATING THE WORDS oh my god OVER AND OVER. SO I SPEAK UP AND SAY whos god? SHE SAYS COME IN HERE. WHY I SAY, SHE SAYS BECOUSE I LOVE YOU. . I AM NUMB TO THE FACT THAT SHE DOESN,T KNOW MY NAME WHAT DOES MATTER IS SHE STILL KNOWS MY FACE. MY MOM JOYCE M. POWERS.

WINTER IS APON US AND ALL I CAN SEE, IS WHITE COLD SNOW IN THE FULL MOON LIGHT.

ICE COVERED TREES BEEN TO THE GROUND, WIRES WITH ICECICLES 4 INCHES ROUND.

WALKWAYS SHOVELED, BY A YOUNGSTER , SNOWPLOWS FILLING THE END OF THE DRIVE, HEART POUNDING, AND TRYING TO SWALLOW MY PRIDE.

SNOW BLOWERS BROKE. THE SNOWS GETTING DEEP, PUSHING AND PILEING THE SNOW WITH HALF FROZEN FEET.

FINGERS ARE NUMB,NOSE IS GETTING COLD, THIS SHOVELING SNOW,AT MY AGE IS GETTING OLD.

SNOW MACHINES, FLYING ACROSS THE FIELD AS I WORK, WHY MUST I BE SO MUCH OF A JERK.

WINTER IS SAPOSED TO BE FUN, PLAYING OUTSIDE IN THE WORMTH OF THE SUN.

SKIEING AND SLEDING,EVEN CAMPIND I,VE DONE, AM I NOW TO OLD, HAS THE COLD WINTERS WON.

AT THE END OF THE DRIVEWAY I STAND QUIET AND ALONE, WATCHING THE STARS TWINKLE, EVEN THOUGH CHILLED TO THE BONE.

THERES SOMETHING THAT FEELS GOOD , AFTER SHOVELING ALL OF THAT SNOW, SO I PUT UP THE SHOVEL INTO THE HOUSE I WOULD GO.

TAKEING ONE LAST LOOK AT THE WORK I JUST DONE, WINTERS NOT THAT TOUGH, FOR THIS DAY I HAVE WON.