Saturday, August 18, 2007

Carnaval of family life. SWEET ONION

SWEET ONION

How fun it is to be a Family. Waking to the expected and the unexpected. Life layered like a sweet Vidalia Onion. Each day the lessons of the day before add to the rich flavor of my life. Rested minds, bodies fresh for the adventure of a new moment filled with ventures and more knowledge to gain. Eggs to be cooked and eaten, counter tops cleaned. Toys scattered only to be retrieved.
Laughter to overwhelm the silence, Giggles to subdue the clamor. Crescendos of voice reverberate walls. Silly songs to up hold us as frustration temps at the door.
Meals pass through kitchen, dishes pilled to the sky; saying "riches , riches" Oh! who am I. To have such a surplus, such bounty to see.
Laundry in piles colors vibrant dimmed, stained with soil of glee. Textiles soft, warm woven in time, tell of inches grown girth gained new garments to be sewn. As statue gains hight adolescence approaches steadily, slowly sure true to come.
Team players strengths are accessed, weakness covered over. Love flows. Safety in numbers reverenced with respect. Wedged or sliced diced in measure the seasons of our broth to savor.
Treating ailments with remedy, hurt feelings... hugs. Tending to wounding with healing powers that care. Layer by layer pealed away are the discomforts of each member.
Puppies and old dogs , hair every where. Times to sweep and days to mop, lawns to mow and dug to throw... It happens, that way, as the days roll on. Like layers in time the weekends come and go.
Car to wax as the summer suns promise to pass, assurances that this heat really wont last. Oh, to have them play out on that lawn to hear laughter and watch antics without furniture breakage or loss.
The years grow small like a center to gain and then one day the moment achieved, youth will have vanished. Grown they will be. Their own massive Vidalia in hand to entwine. In time our sweet onion will bear the roots of its home. The foliage bright.
Life one day to harvest out of the very soil in which it was grown.
A family.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

And, if you have to be an onion, Vidalias are the onion to be! Nice poem :)

W. Brannen
Vidalia Onion Committee
VidaliaOnion.org

Photo Princess said...

That is Beautiful! Put very lovely, along the lines of how I was thinking today :)

Older women likewise teach the younger women...

• how to love their husbands
• how to love their children
• how to be self-controlled
• how to be pure
• how to be keepers at home
• how to be kind and submissive (not subservient) to their own husbands. (See Titus 2:3-5)

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