*In Loving Memory of Dorothy Smith & Russell Smith, My Grandparents*
Late at night and early in the morning is when I hear the memory...
That comforting, nostalgic whistle, long and eerie, anticipated.
A song pops into my overcrowded brain, Going back to Ohio, my family is gone....., those lyrics are what my needle of pain gets stuck on, the remainder is scratched, skip, skip
As a child I'd watch from the old tattered window as it passed,
Like a lullaby it calmed me into the slumber I'd succumb to at last
More than the sound fills my taunted mind with such melancholy thoughts, as my mind overflows with sorrow, gushing waterfalls of pictures from a time less woeful to my surmise.
I'd sit in that old chair, dark eyes on the black and white, with no brooding worries, innocent as most insouciant little ones are
It was my clock, click clanking at the same time right on schedule, yet those I met each day have departed, as that train had, leaving me with with a mere glimpse upon dreaming
Sitting on the back porch on that worn metal glider,
A wink, a familiar aroma so sweet,
A star filled sky of a beautiful day to follow, Oh how I long to return to such antiquated times, for a minute, an hour, one day!
Now I'm enveloped with the irony of the return of the reminder
Plagued with the distance from them and me, the deceased who are yearned for, as circumstance has delivered me.
I wait for them patiently, as I know they will come.
Angels floating in again, from a place never undone.
Wrap me in your feathers, and auspicious I will be.
As the darkness envelopes the whole between all of you and me.
The whiteness of your feathers always show brightly through the dark.
When my eyes close to the world, they are open to your spark.
Your bright light ignites me, like a match to a flame.
Others may not see you, as they're not open to this gain.
Swarms of delicate little flutters form a barrier from the fallen souls.
They are here to protect, whoever remains loyal to His hold.
Whispers come inside the circle, if you listen with clear mind.
Messages are not altered to those who are not blind.
Single feathers are left around for those who need them the most.
Maybe some feel that angels don't exist.
Yet when they were saved, who was there among them to assist?
When minds suddenly change, what takes you down a different path?
What would've happened if you chose the other way, or the wrong way to be exact?
Do not dismiss the angels around us, and be humbled to what they bring.
Hand to them your trust, and for you my friends, they will sing.
I like to try different recipes for Kris and the kids. It's a little difficult sometimes because our little guy seems to like only pasta, rice, mashed potatoes, corn and chicken cutlets. I figured this recipe would work because he does love tacos. I have a recipe board on Pinterest that I like to refer to.
If you have a big family, this is the perfect recipe. It's called Noodle Taco Bake and the recipe is below. Everyone loved it! If you try it out, please let me know your thoughts in the comment section below. Thanks and enjoy!
Taco Noodle Bake
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly spray a 9x13-inch pan with cooking spray. Set aside.
Cook egg noodles according to package directions. Drain and set aside.
Cook ground beef in a large skillet until no longer pink. Drain fat. Add taco seasoning and water to skillet and cook for 5 minutes. Set aside.
In a large bowl, combine cooked taco meat, Rotel, cooked noodles, cheese soup, sour cream, and cheddar cheese. Mix until throughly combined.
Spread mixture into prepared pan.
Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, until bubbly.
Time...steadily it goes by.
With it goes the laughter.
With it goes the tears.
With it goes the anger.
With it goes the fears.
Time...no matter what, it continues to go by.
We say goodbye to winter, as we
Watch the solemn snow melt away.
We say goodbye to spring,
feeling the gradual warmth of the sultry sun on our faces all day.
We say goodbye to summer, as we watch the leaves change their colors.
We say goodbye to Fall...but that's not all.
Time...it gives and it takes back.
Yet, how beauteously it gives again.
It gives nostalgic memories.
It gives daughters and sons,
who give us grandchildren to hold dear.
It gives stories told by our elders,
passed down to our young.
It gives family gatherings...
Enveloped in our minds and hearts combined,
never to be taken away by time...
Time...it gives us a multitude of love, to absorb and revel in the now.
To hear a song so beautiful, that it makes you cry.
To place your arms around that person, who's arms around you feels so good, you never want to let them go.
To look into the eyes of your child and still see what you saw from the first moment they came into this world....but so...this is what you should know...
Time....live in the now.
Grasp each second, and hold it there for as long as you can.
For once it escapes, you can never get it back.
Embrace those you love, as if it were the last you will see them.
Time...we think we have so much of it...think again.
Time...a necessary evil. A remover.
It takes away our youthfulness.
It takes away our friends.
It takes away our outer beauty.
It takes away our kin.
It takes away the innocence and purity, slowly drifted into the past.
Oh...no...that never did outlast.