Leaves Love

Something new, inspired by and dedicated to a very good friend. However, it will no doubt speak to anyone who has been there.p1015-19b

Leaves Love

Some day’s a wake; we reminisce.
So much at stake; to love like this.

Our sadness climbs; relentlessly.
From joyful times; oh, family tree.

A photograph; of rings gone by.
A tortured laugh; as we ask why.

The dinner’s set; an empty chair.
Our tears though wet; cannot repair.

This fucking life; it seems so wrong.
Where dirge is rite; and love the song.

If one could take such pain away.
Though hearts will break, we choose to stay.

In pain right now; intensely felt.
To honor bow; we tensely knelt.

Today our grief must own the day.
As fallen leaf returns to clay.

The one who leaves, knows only joy.
To love we cleave; learned as a boy.

Yea, one who’s gone knows perfect peace.
Who’s heart beats on; let love increase.
Whose heart beats on, let love increase.


Rescue Me

The Boy Who Put the World on Wheels

The Boy Who Put the World on Wheels — by Norman Rockwell

i crave, a normal Rockwell
to cover, up the smell
my mind, is on a mission
dec-orating hell

he is, so quite convincing
so easily, he fools
my heart, so numb from wincing
I am, his chosen tool

a child, he learns pretending
the truth, he dare not risk
the pain-less pain he’s sending
the lie, hides on a  kiss

i lost, my heart a normal
the nicest, place to be
like death, draped in floral
I am, who rescues me

What if this it?

A well-meaning friend who is walking stumbling through my current storm with me said to me, “I can’t wait to hear the victory part of your story.”

I desire victory too… but what is victory?

What if all the broken relationships I now suffer enjoy, remain broken for the remainder of my time in this world?

What if the only broken relationship restored in this world is my relationship with God through Christ?

Would that be enough? I have given IT to God but He, for His own reasons, is not accepting. Not now. So my thorn remains.

Some implore me to focus not on the past but on the future. I find this focus-shift does not work well at all. At least, not for me. My future is either a fantasy I will never see in this world or a continuance of broken relationships. The former is denial. The later is a mirror. Neither is joy.

What if where I am right now, present time, in this pit, covered with this world’s mud and another world’s love…

What if this is it?

Harriet R. Law, In Loving Memory

This is where I found myself and my bride sitting last Saturday. My Great-Aunt Harriet left this world at the ripe old age of 92. (well, 91.9 would be more accurate).

Aunt Harriet's Memorial Service

Aunt Harriet's Memorial Service

When I think of Aunt Harriet (& Uncle Walter who died in ’94) I think of dope, cows, snowmobiles, hay forts, ponds, kittens, maple syrup, silage, barn clothes, ice cream, tractors, Sunday worship, and manure spreaders.

These are a few of my memories with my Aunt Harriet and Uncle Walter. I would visit during summer and winter breaks from school. In the summertime, we would be involved with haying-it or picking-stone. In the winter, I would help gather sap and go to the sap house with either my uncle or aunt.

I will write more about these amazing people in the coming weeks.

BTW, dope is what Aunt Harriet called her pancake topping of fresh-real-homemade whipped cream with brown sugar gently folded in. In the 60s, the American culture changed the meaning of the word dope. Aunt Harriet never changed from the 30’s forward.

BTW, part 2: The 4 empty rows in front of us were reserved for her immediate family of 6 married children, (22 mostly married)  grandchildren, 44 great-grandchildren, and 4 great-great grandchildren! About 100 fold…

Aunt Harriet’s obituary:


I remember being glued to the tube whenever Giiiigaaaanntor came on. My bar was lower back in the 60s.

I so loved the wolf…

dead in the dark wood trapped in the long night
the wolf would eat wolf with rules to feed right.

the wolf knows not why, just this must be done.
I so loved the wolf, I came down as one.

dressed just as the wolf, plunged in the dark wood,
to die as the lamb, pure blood for a hood.

that the wolf might rise by blood of the lamb
and leave the dark wood dressed just as I am.

3 Things

My brother Bob tagged me with this meme on Facebook. Its pretty short so, here goes.

Three Names I go by
1. (e)Ric
2. (grand) Dad (dy)
3. Boo(ooooooo)th

Three Jobs I have had in my life
1. Farm Hand
2. Waiter
3. Satellite simulation programmer

Three Places I have lived
1. Cooperstown, NY
2. Gambrills, MD
3. Hartwick, NY

Three TV Shows that I watch
1. Criminal Minds
2. Heroes
3. CSI

Three places I have been
1. UK
2. Bavaria
3. Dundalk

Three of my favorite foods
1. Blueberry Pancakes
2. Peanut Butter & Jelly
3. Tenderloin steak…especially on the grill!

Three friends I think will repost
1. hmm…
2. well…
3. ahhh…

Things I am looking forward to
1. My next cup of coffee
2. Seeing my children and grandchildren
3. Seeing my wife later today

Three things you do every morning
1. hit the snooze button
2. hit the snooze button
3. grudgingly get up after wife complains about me hitting the snooze button

Three things you do every night
1. Play with my computers
2. Blog (yours and mine)
3. Kiss my wife like we’re on our honeymoon
… well ok, maybe not every night but I try to blog every night…

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