Tag: Candice

MY HOW TIME SLIPS AWAY

FAMILY, LOVE POEMS

MY HOW TIME SLIPS AWAY
By Donna Brown Bowles AKA Dee ©
July 16, 2018

You have been gone so long.
We wished you weren’t so far away.
We pray for you every night.
Zoey prayed for you to come home today.

Well, I thought you might want to know that zoey graduated from kindergarten today.
His smile, how it lit up the room.
He so reminded me of you.
All the other moms were there.
His teacher said, “Sometimes he’s happy, but most of the time, he misses you.”

Oh, how we wish that you were there.
All the kids sang a song.
To thank the moms that came along.
But Zoey didn’t participate.
He just sat alone.
And wrote you a little poem.

The teacher said he could read his now.
But Zoey said he’s saving it for a special day.
When his mom comes home.

With every day that’s gone by, another memory slips away.
All the springs, summers, and falls and lonesome winters without you here.
My, how time slips away.

Zoey said to send his love.
His eyes filled up with tears as he looked at your picture on the wall.

I guess that’s how life becomes when moms are sad; the pain takes away all they have.
And son’s dream their dreams at night.
And tears fall all winter.
And summer comes
Eventually.

And time just slips away…

[By Donna Bowles AKA

Dee (C)
July 16 2018

~Pug Teachings~

animals, FAMILY, INTERESTS, Stories

While visiting my children last month in Portland Oregon I was introduced to our newest family member, Ninja, the acrobat. His given name appropriately fits his outstanding ability to master gymnastics, ungracefully at times. “Laughs”

My daughter  Candice and I laughed until our stomachs ached while watching her puppy’s childish play.  Candice and I are artists in several areas. Whether 

 we were beading, painting or trying certain techniques in photography, Ninja would run through the middle and flip over our creations like a bull on steroids, either landing on the other side of our crafts, creating a distraction, or directly in the middle sending our beads or paint flying in the air. ! “~laughing”~

We finally found a solution to our problem. We would take him outside before creating and throw the ball until he was exhausted then take him in and put him to bed right next to us. He would sleep right through our art session which lasted two to three hours. 

I miss his childlike energy and his intuition on human behavior. He taught me a lot about enjoying life to the fullest and selflessness. He taught me a truth that had been hidden inside me.  Home is where the heart is, and my heart lives in Portland with my wonderful family.