Like Me

Like Me

I leaned in close and whispered 

I didn't  know if you could hear

But every word I said to you sounded perfectly clear

Remember the day we walked along 

The hill was steep and wet

You held my hand tight in yours

Saying there was nothing to fret 

The stories you told 

were when you were young

Of things I needed to see

Important tips

to try and avoid

So you won't grow up

like me

I smoothed the hair on your brow

Each wrinkle I'll never forget

I held your hand tight in mine

Shh now, there is nothing to fret

Cathy

Peach Skies

Are there days of peach hued sunsets that you dream of?
Leaning on the railing of the sailboat and feeling the evening breeze on your face might remind you of those days.
It's such a short window of time when the sun starts to get tired and needs a rest for the night.
It sizzles on the fluid horizon.
Pink, orange and yellow streaks intermingle with the impatient moon hovering close by.
These are the moments of days promises. Just before you lose the light shining on water ripples like diamonds.
Make your wish.
One future tomorrow it will come true.
Cathy

The Sea Is Calling

Remember when you were first aware of the phone?

I do!  We got a new phone in our kitchen. It was mounted on the wall, dark yellow and push button. So neat not to have to dial a number by sticking your finger in a hole and pulling the dial around the circle.

Seemed so futuristic. Like we were finally entering the twentieth century. Wow.

I remember not being allowed on the phone very long. Maybe a few minutes at the most. 

Sometimes we would get a late night long distance call after 11pm because those rates were cheaper. 

Sometimes it was sad news and I would hear my mother crying. 

Other times we were called to the phone one by one to tell a relative we loved them.

Later on, we'd get s call to into invite us to a sleepover or birthday party. We'd always call before showing up. "Are you home, is it ok to come over?" We were taught phone etiquette. How to answer the phone courteously. You knew you better lest you were overheard by a parent!

A boy called!!

OMG, he actually called!

We lived for those calls.

We waited for those calls.

We can still hear their voices in our heads so many years later. 

Today we stare at a screen and type on it. 

How crazy the technology of communication has changed! 

I'm the world oldest geek grandma! I love this stuff.

But, I still wish my phone would ring. 

I hear myself yet my voice is not used. 

I think sometimes I can not hear because there is nothing said.

My eyes read what you want to say but do not want to say.  It's just not the same.

Further behind I seem to slip. Until one day someone says, I knew her. She had a nice smile and loved to talk. Anyone hear from her lately?

I used to have her phone number. Last I heard she was in Florida. 

 Excuse me, the sea is calling....