Long Road Separates

 No land line now

In hand, pocket, purse 

We call that progress

It’s really regress

Availability when turned on

Silence when tuned out

 

So what’s the “dif” these days

“On” isn’t when it’s set to ring

That’s as old as clocks on walls

We see and believe our way is best

Today’s world the Cell is a beast at rest

 

It demands and it records

It summons and it hoards 

Every word and every deed

Forever recorded with breakneck speed.

 

Where do all these “notations go”

More importantly, where stored and why

Are we constantly observed and detailed

For what purpose are we monitored

 

Did not date or put down time

Did not see where this would align

It has a birth, others determine its line

As for me, I’ll try to enjoy the ride.

Sit & Stay

Mom sat in this chair. 

Bought for her one Mother's Day.

Never thought                                                                             

It would someday be mine.

Life is to live.

To enjoy, celebrate, and give.

In the moment, 

We see where we are.

Seldom do we see what lies ahead.                                         

We see only where we've been.

After so many years                                                                      

you'd think it'd be worn.

Love surrounds                                                                            

when it is found.                                              

Every day is new,

for those very few.

Like Mom, it's tried and true

and always "for you".

Passing through,

We're On Our Way,

To where, who's to say.

Your Mom will be waiting  for you,                                                

I heard someone once say.                                                          

The closer we get,                                                                       

The less we "give in".

To "the choice of the day"

Living, learning, finding a way. 

Life Values Hit or Miss

YOU make the difference each time you read or share with someone.                         

I value more than words can say your making time to read this day.

It's YOU who continue to make the light shine in darkness --                                    

May tomorrow open more windows and doors for all.  Here's my latest life's journey share:

Started in childhood.                                                    Finishing in old age.                               

Ideas once found.                                                        Now thoughts lost.

Time and circumstance,                                                Moved mountains into sight.      

Believed we held keys                                                  To find what's best and right.

TIME. . .

Measured individually.                                                  Seldom repeats or returns.                                        Spend Wisely.

LOST. . .

Forgotten and overlooked.                                            Passed by not seeing.                                                  Purposely set aside.

LEAVES. . .

Slips away.                                                                    Falls apart.                                                                  Held close in the heart. 

LIFE HOLES . . .                                                          Beginning To  End                                                    Growing, developing,                                                    Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.                                                                Choose or chase.

The choice is yours.                                                  Don't wait til it's too late! 

Some Pray, Others Prey

IN MEMORIAM: My Ongoing Gift to Mom

August 8th, her birth date.

Happy Birthday, Mama.-- Miss You -- 

Round The World & Back Again

As we used to say to one another.

Stil hard to accept Mom has left.

She was so strong, she did not give in.

At least that's what I saw.

Here's what I wrote 

To Honor Mom's Memory

As I deal with personal experience

Elder Abuse In A High Tech World . . .

It reminds me of 

Safety of our aging

Needs support --

Those who abuse

Need to lose.

To change the course 

Of predators with

Abilities to use

AI against us. 

Years later I still cringe.

Memories of her still like a syringe.

 

Sharks swim where there is "food"

In humans, the weak and aging 

Are the ones they choose.

A slug has approximately 27,000 teeth – 

that's more teeth than a shark. 

It's to encourage you to see the light

Behind, beyond and in plain sight. 

 

Like sharks, slugs routinely lose & replace their teeth. 

When a slug loses one of its sensory tentacles,

it grows another, usually within a few months.

Slugs appear to move slowly.

As they go, they leave behind

A trail of stinky, smelly stuff.

Human "Slugs" volunteer.

Always looking to "be near".

Invasion in my life; 

Is nothing private, safe, 

Belonging to "me" or 

To whom I CHOSE to share?

Predators abound.

They now wear 'titles"

Feeling they're "in charge".

They move into positions

Where control is their focus.

Not unlike Julia did to Mom.

Often work "the System"

Looking for the vulnerable.

 

Solo Access their desire.

Control the goal. 

 

Trust is critical to build.

It's the "Keys to their Kingdom".

 

Make the "mark" feel vulnerable.

Find fault with "family" and keep questioning.

 

Be a friend, visit often. 

Gradually find less time.

 

Remove yourself.

Build a need.

 

Absence 

Makes the Heart

Grow Fonder. 

 

Active in the Community.

Church included.

Best place to "pick and choose".

 

Those who attend "need help"

Many believe.

Others say: "It's for the weak"

 

Who goes to "Church"

To Hunt and Find? 

Some "slither in" leaving filth behind

You don't discover as they know how to hide.

Elder Abuse can be hidden from sight

Those determined know all the cards to play.

Some trained in professions along the way.

 

Beware, my friends, it's a long walk.

They seem to know, to talk the talk.

 

When you least expect they'll find a way.

Their goal to disrupt and to make "YOU" pay.

 

For what? You ask. Not seeing the lies.

Their need to control isn't seen in their eyes. 

Using AI to remove and replace,

Leaving few "foot prints" as "they" create "space"

Age is a number, it moves day by day,

Take heed you who read

As lines of demarcation are always redrawn.