Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

We called her Sittee,
the Arabic term for grandmother.
She sat in straight-back chairs
to keep her posture, baked muffins
for breakfast, encouraged saving.

"You'd be surprised how much you'd
have at the end of the year if you
saved a dollar a day," Sittee would say
and her son, my Dad would answer,
"I'd be surprised if it was anything
other than $365."

When we drove past a field of sunflowers,
Sittee would sing in her vaudevillian voice
which could reach to the cars on the other
side of the highway.

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey,"
and the way she looked at you, a 12-year-old
stumbling through life to find your way,
you knew what she sang was as true as
the yellow petals!

Sittee was a philosopher.
"The first hundred years are the hardest,"
she proclaimed, and now that I am halfway
there, I have to agree that this was a
very fair assessment.

sunshine superwoman
walking in the steps of her own path
munching sunbeams in every cabbage leaf
she made the world bloom to the tune of bran

grandma bess, the best
creating a compass
and steering her life towards the light

i feel her warmth in the breath of dawn

The first fifty the hardest to navigate
the second fifty don’t hesitate
to fly on by
like yellow sunflowers and wisdom
everything will die
Living to touch and feel
alive, smell the sweetness
and the thrill
of those wisdom has blessed
So pluck not the flowers let them grow
enjoy them as they shine
as the days flow
giving us wisdom and peace of mind.
When we die the seeds we sow
of wisdom in young minds will grow.

"Whatever is alive, dies,"
my father said. And when
the time had come for him,
our tears spread on a garden
bed, watering his handiwork,
salt to the earth giving birth
to a row of jonquils since nothing
can kill a properly planted idea and
his flourish in each of his offspring,
mathematically compounded like
interest.

When we planted his coffin,
his spirit wasn't there. It had spread
out into the air. He was a physicist,
you see, and often recited the first
law of physics to me –
"Matter cannot be destroyed."

And he mattered so much,
our eyes see through his.
His wisdom transfered, yet missed.

"Matter cannot be destroyed."

And he mattered so much,
our eyes see through his.
His wisdom transfered, yet missed.

Wow, what beautiful lines
of a spirit so divine,
seeds of love left to entwine
good and wisdom together tight
as his spirit soars in flight.

Pave your path in wisdom and insight
Experience the dark
So that you may wrap yourself in the light
Leave imprints in a loving spark
Memories of tomorrow
Is what you take and leave today
Learn from the unaviodable sorrow
Act in kindness letting love lead the way

she stands alone
shining her light into my heart
and i smile at the thoughts
she has.

Sunshine infinity

screensaver for spring and summer
wildflowers before the storm
before the rainbow
the calm before
the perpetuel calm
the energy of life
the miracle of renewal
when a simple note of warmth
strung across Indra's net
Sojourner's Truth
and summer rains.
vaudevill reigns.
the show must go on
and we find ways
to strut our visionary stuff,
that old soft shoe and Mr Magoo, too.

they were my sunshine when I was a kid
the most fascinating and terrible jungle stories & a caotic house
in one side
lipsticks, chocolates, books and incondicional kindness
in the other

my favorite flower
mammoth.......have grown many over the years.......

I'd like to be a sunflower girl of the hour seedy mess (with attitude) glow in the dark aching surprise

and if my

granny were alive

I bet she would

too

We're all too tight with tension

oh

I forgot to mention

I'm yellow

mousey i'm a dan·de·li·on
you blow me away