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MY “SISTER” MARY

MY “SISTER” MARY

(a few years ahead of me in school)

Today I thought of Mary,

Who made Methodist time merry…

Her guitar

Made her our star,

‘Though the woman was ordinary.

Like me was milked for what she did,

And after a while she just hid…

No one to care

Beyond her talent there,

Doing as others bid.

I think she left the church,

Being ignored was a besmirch…

Spiritually

Starving like me,

Began her own soul search.

What’s happened I don’t know,

Has she found that God’s Love glow…

Or have some one’s arms

Betrayed her charms

Bringing her life down low?

–Jonathan Caswell

AH…THOSE MEMORIES!

AH..THOSE MEMORIES!

Reminded of a time when

He fell for a girl back then…

Suddenly excited

Over lust unrequited,

Until buried again.

–Jonathan Caswell

COMMON FARE FOR UNCOMMON

COMMON FARE FOR UNCOMMON

A twenty-fifth ‘versary,

Celebration with little money…

So much for the plans

Of a party grand,

We contend with adversity.

Ham and cheese sandwiches do,

With memories to chew…

Chilled well water

Won’t cause us totter,

Until we’ve made seventy too!*

The rent’s also due today

With a doctor’s appointment, OLE!

At least we’ll get out

For a picnic, no doubt,

And spend more on us other days.

–Jonathan Caswell

* Note:  Shooting for seventy years of marriage…and then renew the lease!  🙂

RISKY PICTURE!

RISKY PICTURE!

 

An opportunity apprised,

The ‘BEST” parts were under-sized…

Focus in tight

Risks a subject’s fright,

He lost his undertaking devised!

Men and women oft look differently

At photo opportunity…

The men want to seize

Certain features that please

But women like relationships right.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

MEMORIES IN TRIPLICATE

MEMORIES IN TRIPLICATE

 

Whist I lay down a while,

My wife went rooting up files…

In a big plastic box,

The smiling fox

Made several o’erflowing piles.

Memories we found a-plenty,

Overwhelming  just how many…

And what befell

We found pictures as well,

Not all of which were put back away!

I found another box that could

Be used for photographs good…

That improved sorting

Without sporting

A cascading paper flood.

When I left for work, my Missus,

Planted on me one or two kisses…

Then she carried on,

The order to spawn

Among evident auspices.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

MORNING DEVOTIONS

MORNING DEVOTIONS

Waking up to God’s word

We keep on a bathroom stand…

Conveniently placed for us

To learn of His commands.

The wife has bookmarks

To mark every memory….

Church bulletins, pictures

And such in the Lord’s country.

I keep my Bible(s) on a different shelf

They’re easier for me to page through…

Dropping one of her memories

Is then harder to do.

Watching Andrew Womack

On Daystar suppliments…

Blessings found in reading

The Old and New Testaments.

–Jonathan Caswell

FORMER DOGWALKER

FORMER DOGWALKER

 

One of our neighboring families

Recently lost their dog…

They had to put the poor thing down

She had suffered in pain too long.

Every time we guys get to talk,

Rick mentions his Penny-girl…

Get him going and memories flow

And years of life unfurl.

I’ve offered that he should rent himself out

As a complex dogwalker supreme…

Of that he says, there would be no doubt,

But it never would be the same!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

OLD SOLDIERS

OLD SOLDIERS

 

 

Getting visits from the past,

Memories are sure to last…

Memories speeded

By comments reseeded,

Those familiar scenes recast.

Visits by the formerly employed,

Help those who remember be buoyed…

A touch of light

Kindled by the sight,

Familiarity from the void.

Old friends coming home to stay,

For a short time, anyway…

Trying to catch up

In one meeting abrupt,

One hangs on every word that they say.

Ah, the memories of things no more,

That happiness and sadness stored…

For when days are slow

Memories that you know,

May still tickle down to the core!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

STAR POWER

STAR POWER

 

His wife has her favorite actors,

While actresses are his thing…

Sometimes they agree on who is key

While other times arguments ring.

When seeing older programs

His heart may flutter until…

He realizes those ladies,

Are older than him, still!

She seems to have a handle

On which actors she was sweet on…

But she realizes the difference,

Of memories of which she is fond.

He’s reticent in listing

All of the girls he found nice…

He got so many refusals,

That he almost never asked twice.

Certain memories kept to himself

He may never share…

Those are the most embarrassing,

That won’t be openly aired.

They sit and watch old movies

And TV shows for hours…

They each have their favorite persons,

Now wilted and gone like flowers.

 

—A (mostly) fictional tale by Jonathan Caswell