Gloria's Ramblings

In The Ocean, Where Dolphins Swim & Glide, In The Ocean, Small Treasures Come In With The Tide. You'll Find Shells & Such, To Pick up & Touch, To Stuff In Your Pockets & hide. In The Ocean, The Creatures Swim Free. In The Ocean, Come Watch Them With Me. Through The Water They Fly, As If In The Sky. They Fly Way Out Into Sea. © Gloria Lassich

Ok . . . So we went to a Thai Restaurant called Satara last night, which is fantastic & I highly recommend it, but here's the thing: I belong to the society of Lumbering Oxen. Either that or I should start one & join. No, seriously. Let me explain. We're eating dinner & talking. I thought I was finished chewing, so I spoke & rice kernels came flying out of my mouth! I was so embarrassed I let out an EEP! One problem, is I have a huge tongue (birth defect/deformity) that either gets in my way or dislodges stuff (Eww!). So, my mouth is a problem. My body is a problem too. I have poor gross motor skills (bodily coordination) due to a combination of issues. I'm a walking disaster waiting to happen. It shouldn't bug me so much, but it does. I knew a long time ago that I'd never be a graceful lady in this system, so why be concerned? Well, I'm sure I embarrassed my family & I probably do on a regular basis. I walk & I trip/fall or I open

This is just a simple, silly little group of limericks combined in a poem that I wrote awhile back. There was a young man from France, Who over-starched his pants. He went to the ball, Could not move at all. His pants were too stiff to dance. So, he took a liquid filled cup, And splashed around like a pup. He splashed his pants, Did a little dance, And soon he was jiggin' it up! So he danced on into the night, Despite his splashy sight. He had so much fun, His partner he spun, And gave her a terrible fright! © Gloria Lassich

It blooms in the Summer, Fades in the Fall. As it dies and petals fall, In our minds, its beauty we recall. Spring arrives and refreshing showers flow, As it wakens, its petals open, absorbing the Sun's glow. Once more it rises, seeking Sun and Rain, The lone beauty lives again, On the desert plain. Change of time, Change of Season, The petals once more close, Until it comes to life again, The lovely Desert Rose. © Gloria Lassich

Skies are blue, Skies are gray, Skies are different, Every day. Some are cloudy, Some are clear. Some have beautiful sunsets, Several times a year. Some have beautiful stars, Dotting the entire sky. Some have colorful rainbows. And it makes you wonder why. Why people deny the existence of God, And go on about their way. Or, at least they deny him by their works, Each and every day. So why are there such beautiful things, For you and I to share? A God of love put them here, Simply because he cares. © Gloria Lassich