On the day God made you,
And all the birds sang.
Can you hear the birds
~ Clara Peck Schultz
When you behave badly
Or cheat another
You carry that pain with you
Like trash you wish you could throw away
Accidents and illnesses follow you
Goodness and happiness disappear
Attaching themselves to others
In order to grow…
When you act rightly (says the Little Prince)
Treating yourself and others kindly
If for no other reason than “because”
You are a safe place
A place to grow and thrive.
Joy attaches itself to you
Like presents with love written on them
Found in corners of antiques shops
For friends you cannot stop longing for
No matter their
Distance from home…
*There are three special people whom I love who also love cats.
This is for Trudy, Shoshana, and Josh.
I wanted to matter
But you didn’t hear me
Or maybe you couldn’t
For so many reasons
I lost count
It seemed the more
The harder I worked
The more alone I became
And when you finally
Remembered I mattered
All my footsteps, my music
No longer lived in our home
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Spaghetti is slimy, squiggly too.
It tickles my throat; tastes just like glue.
I don’t know why grown-ups think it is so great.
Wish something else was sitting on my plate.
Why don’t they ask me, what I want to eat?
‘Stead of making me swallow stuff like meat.
I’d rather have carrots all cut up in sticks.
Celery with peanut butter is my favorite pick.
Apples are great all chopped up in sauce.
He makes me eat what he wants, ‘cause he is the boss.
Won’t know how to choose what to eat for myself,
If I don’t get to pick different stuff from the shelf.
Please, please let me try, I’m smarter than you think.
I can scramble eggs quick as a wink.
I can make my own meals, I can do it, I can.
Then I’ll wash all the dishes and turn off the fan.
I live at Skyline Gateway, an apartment complex of 250 units. People are moving in and out daily. It’s hard to keep track some days. My dogs love little kids, so I take them out frequently.
One morning an adorable whirlwind of a little blond girl comes running over waving and yelling, “Hi, what’s your name? I’m Sadie and I’m 4 years old. That’s my sister Maddie and she’s 6 years old. That’s my Mom on the phone over there and she’s 27. How old are you?”
I smiled at her, stuck out my hand and said, “Hi, I’m Sara and I’m 105.” Her eyeballs started spinning as her brain was trying to add all the way to a hundred and five.
All the while she was screaming, “Mom, that lady over there is a 105.” I think they heard her in Sedona, a couple hundred miles away.
© 2017 by Sara Fryd