Sofa buttocks et al
Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 22 March 2009 @ 2:08 PM 46 Comments
Response
“it seems so incredible to me that I actually interact with people like you and Rachel who are actual professional musicians,”
the new commenter writes
while I’m thinking,
it seems so incredible to me that I interact with people who actually return to this den of funiquity. (And deem a post worthy of a comment!)
The Bench
We sat on the bench
outside the cafe
crossed legged
facing each other,
knees touching –
a diamond of
mother-daughter.
She was five.
I took her small
hands in mine
to tell her that
her ”best friend”
had not invited her
to the sleepover party.
Overall, she took that
first heartbreak
much better than I.
Error Reports
Banks love you – they are only interested in serving,
couldn’t give a hoot if they ever made a penny or not.
Yes, and somewhere in a room with 1000 computers
Microsoft employees not only reading, but are joyfully
getting to the root of all those Error Reports we send.
Now I Have To Leave This Sofa
Now I have to leave this sofa
where I’d gladly remain until
the end of my earthly days.
I must get in my car and drive
where many other cars will be,
my standard transmission
making it even harder to be
the lazy one I so love to be.
And the sofa will miss me,
will remember and keep the
indentation of my buttocks
until I return. (If I return.)
But I should return, as
there is a thick fog and
traffic will be slow — no
spectacular crashes today.
Bumper to bumper, I’ll
push that freaking clutch in
500 times until I’m back here.
But I shouldn’t complain.
I am heartily loved and someday
The Child will be a teen, driving
herself to my hell and back
and no doubt I’ll be missing
these simple days when all I
had to do was pick her up and
drop her off places I’d planned
for her to be, not sitting at home
worrying where she is and if she’s
okay, while this or another fine sofa
will have all my buttocks it can handle.
On 22 March 2009 at 2:34 pm TheWeyrd1 said,
I like the part where professional musicians have blogs and then comment writers get responses to their comments. It’s like almost touching fame…or something like that…heh.
TheWeyrd1’s last blog post..Sunday Surf – OpenLeft
On 22 March 2009 at 3:02 pm K said,
I think I take my son’s heartbreaks harder than he does – so true.
I think the wide variety of people you find online is awesome.
K’s last blog post..O Say Can You Sing
On 22 March 2009 at 4:25 pm Shay said,
I like the “diamond of/ mother daughter.” Some best friend. Girls can be so mean, and do it so blandly sometimes.
LOL @ the error reports.
Btw, you wouldn’t believe how many people come to Word Garden thinking that I am you. They thank me for visits to their blog that I never made, and comments that I never left. I could be your mini-me. Or your stunt double.
Shay’s last blog post..Little Cat
On 22 March 2009 at 5:27 pm Aimee said,
Ugh! The Bench: I felt so bad for little one. I have no idea how I’m going to handle situations like that. I feel my eyes well up when he gets pushed at play groups!
The error reports bit gave me a good chuckle. I love your poetry style; Your mix of the sweet things in life, and also a little of the sour
I think that is what makes it read so authentic and fresh.
Aimee’s last blog post..Are you happy, and what does that mean?
On 22 March 2009 at 5:33 pm Chris said,
“Now I Have To Leave This Sofa” made me sad. So true.
If error reports translate to cash, someone’s rich!
Chris’s last blog post..What’s Wrong With This Picture?
On 22 March 2009 at 6:39 pm Natural said,
i like the now i have to leave this sofa. i feel that way about my bed and my computer chair…indentation of my buttocks and all.
do you drive a stick too or was that just for the poem?
i used to write poetry, but haven’t in a while. why is that?
Natural’s last blog post..E is for Episode
On 22 March 2009 at 8:33 pm Thomma Lyn said,
Oh what a delight — Jannie Poetry. You always move me so with your poetry! “I am heartily loved and someday / The Child will be a teen, driving herself to my hell and back…” So poignant.
xxxoooo
Thomma Lyn’s last blog post..More Frog Eggs and a Bunny Benefit!
On 22 March 2009 at 8:56 pm Lance said,
Good evening Jannie!
Response: What do I think? I think of you as real and fun (and less the professional musician). What?? I mean this in a completely positive way Jannie. I’ve been here long enough that I think of you first as friend. And I kind of get lost in your words – and forget some of those other very cool and awesome aspects of YOU. And I think that’s pretty cool in itself – that we can interact (all of us) as equals here on this big big web…
Now I Have to Leave the Sofa: Picking up and dropping off doesn’t look so bad when you start thinking about what comes after that… As much as it will be easier when “they” can drive themselves – I’m not looking forward to the late nights and not knowing… Give me the keys, let me keep driving!!
Lance’s last blog post..Sunday Thought For The Day
On 22 March 2009 at 9:13 pm Vered - MomGrind said,
The Bench brought tears to my eyes. These experiences are part of life and yet we want to shelter them for just a little while longer, don’t we.
Loved the image of the mother-daughter diamond.
Vered – MomGrind’s last blog post..Lipo Dissolve Nightmare: A Cosmetic Procedure Gone Wrong
On 22 March 2009 at 9:23 pm Rhett said,
I immensely liked the poems. Microsoft one was v funny.
BTW, I just noticed, you are exactly double my age!
Rhett’s last blog post..I do not believe
On 22 March 2009 at 9:42 pm Karyn said,
I like those. I needed a laugh today too.
And the violin or musical parts only of that song… I’ll let you know if it’s on the OST when I get my CD. (I want it for my ringtone.)
On 22 March 2009 at 10:00 pm Mia said,
I could feel my buttocks even more in my chair as I read that! LOL. As for error reports….yeah, I’d like to see that little room.
Mia’s last blog post..Sensory Friendly FILMS
On 22 March 2009 at 10:33 pm Talon said,
Awww, the harsh realities of “best friends”…but a mother who is there for the good and the bad is priceless…
Great imagery in your poetry, Jannie. A pure delight to read.
Talon’s last blog post..This quote
On 22 March 2009 at 10:34 pm Patricia said,
Yes! Yes! I always think of people in chairs reading error messages and Encarta specialists looking things up for kids – like the Librarian used to do.
I think the computer works with little guys inside pushing telegraph keys and sending things out…
My heart went bump with the Bench…It was just as hard explaining to two why no one asked them out on any dates or to the prom…it was a culmination of years of no birthday party invites either. Heart hard at the time, but oh they have grown into such lovely people – they don’t worry about such things now. There is a strength that grows bigger self definitions.
Patricia’s last blog post..Announcing a Writing Contest – With a Financial Incentive!
On 22 March 2009 at 11:21 pm Stacey / Create a Balance said,
Your sofa poem hit home my dear. I return to that sofa every night once the house is quiet. And I too will look back to days like this, when all I have to do is pick up my children from preschool, and think how these were the easy worry free days of my life.
Stacey / Create a Balance’s last blog post..Authentic Happiness Series – Part One
On 23 March 2009 at 12:08 am Jannie said,
Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments. I will have to answer them individually tomorrow, as I see it’s after midnight and I’m feeling pretty pumpkin-y, so best scoot before my great orange roundness is detected.
I mean, answer them later today, as it’s today now. But isn’t it always today?
On 23 March 2009 at 1:49 am robbi said,
Frimpster, life(mine) is just so many unanswered moments in time and as I read ‘the bench’ it brought home to me there must be a reason why one cannot hold onto just one of those moments.
The sort of moments I mean are the ones when you read something and it resonates, you have the most wonderful simple sentence that you could write which would answer that line, the chord striker, something distracts you, and your repartee is gone forever.Whatever you write in response is trite and meaningless, your Oscar Wilde/Samuel Pepys moment has been flushed into the abyss of hashed and commonplace verbiage never to rise into your frontal lobes again. You then realise that you must keep a pen and paper beside you at all times to write these flashes of Noel Cowardess down if you are to rise above the common herd of word hacks.Alas the only times when you have these flashes of brilliance are when you are driving in heavy traffic alone or with a child who as yet has not learnt to write, you panic and scream at said child to grow up quickly, child starts to blubber uncontrollably and the woman in the next car is writing down your licence plate number.You stammer something useless but of course she cannot hear and you turn down the next side street. Grab a quick I’m sorry look at said child who by this time has turned purple, then it sinks in to the realisation that all is lost and you will never be the next Steinbeck or even the shadow of a Truman Capote.Humbled you reset the GPS to home and arrive there without getting the milk and cheese that you went to the shops in the first place for, your long suffering spouse rolls eyes and sighs. Just another day, isn’t it always like that though.
robbi’s last blog post..ink marks on a blank page Monday 16th March
On 23 March 2009 at 2:39 am SnaggleTooth said,
RE- This internet medium is incredible! How isolated I’d be without it. If I can’t come up with a decent comment, I’m not much of a writer- n You were so kind to viisit my blog to begin with!
Bench- Well, bet she wasn’t a best friend long!
Error- ya know, I’ve never sent a report, ever! That must be where they get the update ideas from.
Sofa- Oh I miss not having one! I laughed quite a bit remembering my two girls taxi services rendered. It is like that sometimes- tho I tried to get them in the same activities at the same times, like Marching Band n Color Guard (Flag-throwing). At least thye clutch will keep you awake-
SnaggleTooth’s last blog post..Transparency
On 23 March 2009 at 8:20 am Glenn Buttkus said,
We were all there on the bench with you, and how poignantly you put it, that one moment of many when the Mom has to find a way to present the old mean world to the child with love. It is such fun when you explode a comment with Jannie Poems. Is is just me, or are your poems becoming better written and more prolific? You have such gifts, and poetry is certainly one of them; humor and humanity; quite a cool combo. The Sofa poem is very good too; brings to mind the 15 years we had to coordinate the lives of all three of our daughters. And you are so right, it does not get easier once they are old enough to drive themselves. Some of them do not have to be pushed from the nest. They want to fly before they are ready. Ah, parenting is such sweet sorrow. Lance really went off into Jannieland today. Well, sometimes you are just so damned clever, and touch us all so deeply, we just have to rave some about blond bangs, sly smiles, and all forms of bra flinging.
Glenn
Glenn Buttkus’s last blog post..Now I Have To Leave This Sofa
On 23 March 2009 at 8:46 am Cricket said,
Oh Jannie…this inspires me to write again. The bench made my heart miss a beat. I have a teen that just that not long ago I had my first experience of him being on the go the entire weekend and he never missed me. Even when Sunday rolled around I remember looking at him and feeling so happy that he had a beautiful weekend of innocence. He rode his bike, fished, sports, first boy girl party, etc. Not one time did he need a ride or really even me. I began to reflect on the moment when it is totally gone. Ah….Jannie they were all beautiful but this one got to me.
Cricket’s last blog post..Double-Talk
On 23 March 2009 at 9:37 am Liara Covert said,
It is said you aspire to be like traits of the five individuals you spend the most time with (or interact the most with). No such thing as coincidence. If your entouage does not reflect who you believe you are, then perhaps this is a sign to raise awareness of options.
Liara Covert’s last blog post..10 Steps to connect with masters
On 23 March 2009 at 10:04 am debbie said,
I love the picture of the microsoft employees going through our error reports!
debbie’s last blog post..Back to the grind
On 23 March 2009 at 10:06 am Heather Happymaker said,
Holy Crap! What a freaktabulous way to start the week!
First off, I come here to find out if I was hired to an IT position at the Error Report Service Center, then see my babies’ faces adorning the top of YOUR super awesome and amazing screen! I can’t believe you picked me!!! Wahooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! I’m so excited I could shart! Oops, I’m so excited I sharted!
And I love your poems. Does Bill Moyers know about you?
Jannie, you’re the best. I can’t believe you even take time out of your day to give me the time of day. Keep on keepin’ on.
xo,
H
Heather Happymaker’s last blog post..Baby needs a new pear of shoes!
On 23 March 2009 at 10:20 am Heather Happymaker said,
Hey Jannie, I just saw this posted by Ashley Rice on Facebook: Son of Sylvia Plath Commits Suicide http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/24/books/24plath.html
It’s a downer (sorry) and you probably know about it anyway, but I thought of you when I saw it.
Heather Happymaker’s last blog post..Baby needs a new pear of shoes!
On 23 March 2009 at 10:53 am J.D. Meier said,
I like the tension between the sofa, the inner world, and the outer world.
I think a key is having a nest you trust and come back to as the perfect counterpart while you spread your wings in life.
J.D. Meier’s last blog post..Life Frame
On 23 March 2009 at 11:17 am Lynn said,
Your poems are so real Jannie – I can visualize you sitting with Kelly. And Error Reports made me Laugh Out Loud!!!! I know, is there anyone there who care when you send the report or don’t send?
Lynn’s last blog post..Easter treat, Bach and chickadees
On 23 March 2009 at 12:54 pm Jannie said,
Dear Weyrd1: Hello, always so glad to see you here! I’m still laughing at the term “Professional Musician” for me as I’m getting into this rather late in life comparatively, just a regular gal who writes little ditties, somehow letting the cosmos propel me forward with sharing said songs. We’ll see how it goes! And I still have to check out the blog of that other musician the lady in the Response poem was referring to. I can’t wait to make contact with her. Are you aware of any other musicians who blog, allowing comments and such? I know Christine ane does — ans she’s an exceptionally giving person.
K: Yes, I do believe my daughter’s little heartbreaks have always cut me much deeper than they have her. What kinds of things has happened with your little boy?
And yes – isnt’ is just the absolutely amazingly BEST the fine folk you meet in cyberland? I love it!!
Shay-Stunt Double: You know, I think it actually had more to do with the girl’s mom. But it really pissed me off because she couldn’t come right out and say “I don’t think Kelly and X are a good match lately.” No word at all. Just no invite. Heard from one of the other mom’s the party was planned. Put two and two together and realized it was sans Kelly. So I had to run interference to tell my angel before she’d overhear it from the girls. And Kelly thought this girl walked on water – she even learned to spell her friend’s name first at pre-school, before her own! Used to write it in EVERYTHING, alas on our walls too. Anyway, a little heartbreak long long under the bridge. I’m sure there will be all too many more to come, ones I won’t be able to buffer.
(And I hope the party was a complete nightmare for the mom and that everyone, no one slept a wink and that it took a week, no two weeks — for the whole family to get caught up on their sleep. Gee, I hope Liara Covert won’t read that last sentence – it is so not enlightened of me on my spiritual path through the stars.)
Oh, and that is hilarious ( I think,) about people going to your site and thinking you are me. What’s up with that?! I guess when I had that Scary Clown button up (which, you may see, now graces that Blog Awards page I’m working on,) they thought it was my second blog.
Aimee: My girl was usually the one doing the pushing at the playgroups! One time she was n a sand box when she was not quite two and up and whacked some kid over the head witha sand toy. Yikes! Not that I’m being fakey-fake here in general with my posts, (altho most of you realize I do slide in lots of weird stuff for “entertainment” but I do believe I can let the real me hang out in my poems. Funny huh? Like Paul Simon, I guess I have “my books and my poetry to protect me.”
Chris: Yes, I think driving for teens should be abolished. Everyone shoud take the bus. Actually, everyone of ALL ages everywhere should live, work shop and EVERYTHING within walking distance of their homes. Hey, don’t they do that in places?!? And those Error Reports and cash, I am not sure. Hopefully the recession hasn’t dumped those millions of e-mails on just one or two people.
Natural: I wrote that poem actually over a month ago when I was driving a stick shift. My hubby is a car dealer and I often change cars out, as he SELLS THEM OUT FROM UNDERNEATH ME!!! Ah, he’s a great man, tho. But now I am in a Honda Accord – automatic, just a 4 cylinder but goes like a rocket when it needs to. Never felt so great in my life to get into this new (used,) car. Altho, I could be in another one soon. But hopefully not a standard again. (Whine, whine, whine.) Oh, and wouldn’t it be great to not have to get off the sofa for like 3 whole days, save to eat and go potty! I could totally try that out.
Thomma Lynn: Thank you so very very much. I wish I could post more poetry but it’s something I have to wait for. I can’t hurry love or a decent poem.
Lance: Yes – exactly!!! I’m just me and sometimes I write up some tunes. Lance, you actually got me all Mike Myers verklempt with this comment – I consider you foremost as a friend too, someone true blue to laugh with, and look up to for your optimism and dedication to light and love. Yes, let me keep dirving too, or see my plan as outlined just above in my response to Chris. Oh, and as to us all being equals – that’s a fact, Jack! I mean, Lance.
Vered: Thank you for your lovely words. To shelter them from all hurt would be ideal, not obviously not practical. And last year, which should warrant a whole post, was sooooo hard on me as she moved up to a new school and is so very petite for her age, that teasing wracked me to the bone. Again, harder for me than her. On more than one morning I remember trying to hide my tears on the running trail after I dropped her for school. But then again, I’m kind of a sensitive emotional gal, anyway. And I wouldn’t have me any other way!
Rhett: I am so glad you liked them. Of course, I like your writing too. Well, don’t get too used to me being 44 and you 22, I’m about to jump ahead of you in less than a month! Oh, shed a tear (after that you will never be half my age again.) Oh Rhett, it is all so fleeting!
Karyn: What is OST? Over Sized Track? Oven Sauteed Turnips?? Odd Singing Trout?? Only Seven Tulips?? Ogled Slung Trousers?? But srsly, the violin over those poppy sounds was sheer heaven, proving yet again any instrument can mix beautifully with any other.
But Holey (Holy?) Cow, guys, it’s coming on 1:00, I’ve only answered 11 of your comments so far and I really have to do some other stuff, yikes! So I’ll have to come back to the rest of you little darlings later. You know how the life of this jet-setting Famous Professional Musician is just jam-packed with engagements, autograph signings, and meetings with Kings and Heads of State, and such!
Jannie’s last blog post..Sofa buttocks et al
On 23 March 2009 at 2:01 pm Lisa said,
I love reading your poems, Jannie! They seem to alternate between thoughtful/touching and silly/funny — which is just the perfect balance, I believe.
Lisa’s last blog post..Argh!! Draft day!!
On 23 March 2009 at 3:08 pm Graham said,
You know what I like about your poetry, Jannie? It’s smart without being “clever,” it’s artistic without being obscure and it tells it like it is without being mundane.
Graham’s last blog post..Adjusting To a New Community – Hannah’s Story
On 23 March 2009 at 5:04 pm Jeanne said,
I’m a muse! (Usually, I’m just amused.)
Loved your poems — both of them reference what I call “The Parenting Paradox.” All parents want their children to grow up to be emotionallly strong, compassionate people — but no parent wants his or her child to go through the experiences that will grow them into that person.
Jeanne’s last blog post..Come On a’ My House
On 23 March 2009 at 8:55 pm Momisodes said,
Awesome, as always. My heart broke reading about your daughter. Don’t you wish you could shield your children from such things?
I definitely chuckled out loud at the error reports. I feel like I sent a few off every day and then wonder if whoever receives them thinks I’m broken.
Momisodes’s last blog post..From one end to the other
On 23 March 2009 at 10:05 pm LisaNewton said,
Who couldn’t leave a comment after reading that. Wow, I love what you wrote. I can see myself talking to my own daughter when she had to experience her first heartbreak.
And I can also see myself sitting on that couch, enjoying the idea that my house was the center point of my daughter’s friends, happy in knowing they were safe.
LisaNewton’s last blog post..Macarthur Park is going to The People
On 24 March 2009 at 12:27 am Davina said,
Hi Jannie. As sad as that circumstance was on The Bench, it sure showed how much you care for your little girl. That is THE blessing in this darker type of moment.
Davina’s last blog post..A Vision of Fulfillment
On 24 March 2009 at 3:09 am Jewel/Pink Ink said,
I love “The Bench”, Jannie. I know exactly how that is. Sometimes, I wish I could spare my children that heartbreak.
They’re made of stronger stuff, though, it seems
Good luck with your gig on Wednesday! Wish I could go.
Jewel/Pink Ink’s last blog post..A Fun Surprise
On 24 March 2009 at 8:57 am sheila said,
Oh Jannie! That mother-daughter thing gave me a lump in my throat! Poor girl! I know how tough girlfriends are at that age…and it gets worse as they age. Girls are stinky sometimes. But that was a beautiful post. Beautiful. I’ve been meaning to ask you, ya wanna do a review for me on the myaventine.com? I’ll send ya some stuff to try!
sheila’s last blog post..New grains and new drivers. Not related.
On 24 March 2009 at 10:57 am Jannie said,
Hey – back again, so sorry for the delay. What’s up with Real Life encroaching on my Blog Party??
Mia: A sofa is an awfully nice place for a set of buttocks to be. Currently I aam actulaly propped up in the playroom, against the wall on my futon, or I should say Kelly’s futon. This is an awfully fine place to be.
Talon: Yes, a loving constant mother is a good thing to have. A friend of mine’s mom ran off with a bongo player when she (my friend,) was just eight and she still isn’t over the hurt and shame of not having mothering. I guess we do the best we can.
Patricia: I feel sorry for hard-copy encyclopedia publishers, but one must adapt to swim with the big fish and not get eaten. YES!!! I agree on the little people in my computer too. I’ve seen them!! They come out to dance on my pillow at night. The fandango mostly. Once in a while a waltz. And “There is a strength that grows bigger self definitions…” A wonderful thought. How you live up once again, to your wise moniker. Thank you.
Stacey: These are the days. I guess only time will actually tell what it will be like to have our children older. And grown, yikes. Mine says she’s never leaving and for now I am just fine with that plan!
Robbi: Oh, I so know the agony of departed thoughts. That’s why I carry my little digital recorder with me. (When I’m nnot losing it,) it’s a most handy word catcher. And I thik your comment was a very fine poem in itself. I thik it important we not compare ourselves to others, other writers. We each carry our own gifts that the world is always ready to receive.
Snag: If I didn’t have the Internet now, and you blog buds, I think I’d just shrivel up and cry and cry and cry. I do believe it was your “songwriting” tag on Blogger that lured to you in the first palce, then of course ou got lured back here. But ain’t I harmless, even fun read sometimes?? I didn’t steer you wrong, eh? Yeah, the Bench was an eye-opener for us. Luckily, God’s put lots of nice folk on the planet so she still had a few kids to choose from. You NEVER sent a report!?! Ever? I don’t think I have in 5 years. Kep’t waiting for that friendly knock by a Microsoft rep at my front door, alas not yet. Hey – flag throwing — it that anything like bra flinging??
Glenn. It’s just you!
(Thanks for all.) Four poems at once, eh! I just never know hwen they’ll hit. So please don’t hold your breath until the next batch. Yes, Lance’s comment was very touching – that guy is one of a kind, in a good way. As are you.
Cricket : And your comment got to me! I guess we get to get back more joyful moments with grand-kids, eh? So cyclical and passing. And beautiful, this thing called life. My girl goes off happily into her classroom everyday and I do feel great about that. Now. But at first it was mighty weird.
Liara: Always a very wise path to follow, yes. I have learned it for myself. And I’m sure she will too.
Debbie: Can’t you just see them hunkered over with concentration. I mean — seriously — why even have those ridiculous reorts. Do they REALLY mean anything? I suppose perhaps so, but I can’t imiagine what.
Heather: The codfishing boot could not be denied! You ARE IT THIS WEEK, GIRL!! Bill Moyers, Bill Moyers, that sounds so familiar but I ca’nt place him, I’ll have to Google him. Oh stop it — youre the best too! We are all equals here and your blog, writing and spirit shine through with so much humor. You’re definitely someone I’d want to hang out with in Real Life. You blog really needs to be read, people who are not aware of it are missing out.
Oh, and hey – there you are again! That is soooo sad about her son killing himself too. I will check out the link, thanks for sending. I am not averse to downers, just as long as they don’t last too long, which they never do for me.
J.D. Yeah, I liked that justaposition too, the nice quiet home and then the trafficked roads. And that second part made me tear-up (tears form the eyes, not tears like rips in jeans, of you catch? The one that rhmes with beers.) Thank you, beautifully put.
Lynn: I am not sure on those error reports, I guess it all depends on how dedicated the receiver of said reports are. As I mentioned above, I just fail to get that hwole concept. But then again, believe it or not, there may be one or two things about the world I do not know. I know, hard to believe, eh?
Lisa: Well thank you. I aim to please! I love to let poems fling when the mood hits. I only wish it could be more often, but I can’t will it into being, as I suppose some can. Am learning I can’t force songs either. But I can force myself to learn new guitar patterns over my song melodies. Which in like, 2 to 4 minutes the kitchen timer is gogin to sound to make me do so.
Graham: Wow, can I use that quote somewhere for maximum self agrandizement?? THANK YOU!!
Jeanne: Wow, I never thought of it like that before, but yes, it is very definite parenting paradox indeed. We want to spare them the hurt, but that may be what the y need to grow up ot be emphatetic world beings. Again, I so glad we found each other!
Momisodes: I believe the error report takers know far far more about us that we would like them too, probably sending a report allows them to crawl every aspect of our computing life. Ahhhhhh. Paranoia.
Well, the timer went but to heck with it.
Lisa: So wonderful you came back and commented. I sure hope our house will be the gathering place for Kelly and her friends, I like that idea very much. And for your home to be like that says so much about YOU and what a cool mom you must be.
DAVINA!! DAVINA!!! You’re back, yay. I must get over to your blog and see if you’ve posted. The Bench: I remember it being a very very hard thing to choose how to tell her. She was so into her friend, at the time. I figured for sure she’d freak OUT crying and wailing. But she saw it for what it was, I believe, that she couldn’t count on this girl. Hard lesson, but the first one had to come sometime.
Jewel: You have more mom experience than I and it’s good to hear they are made of stronger stuff. Thanks! Oh and thank you about tomorrow. I think it’s going to be very fun. I look forward to hearing about your gigs to!
Sheila: Ya-ah! I’ll so a review, gladly. I have no idea what it entails but when it comes to…
Natural & Organic
Paraben Free
Almond Oil Free
No Synthetic Fragrance OR Coloring
I’m totally there girl!! Bring it on.
There! All caught up in my comments. To guitar now to find a nice way to play my tune “What’ll I Do With Me.” Luckily the chords are pretty easy, so here I freaking go.
Think of me slaving away over those hot strings, will ya?
On 24 March 2009 at 12:45 pm Blond Duck said,
Thanks for popping by to see Francesca’s post!
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On 24 March 2009 at 2:12 pm Liara Covert said,
Poetry teaches one more about the self than is initially realized. Each word choice expresses thought and feeling. This unspoken detail enables you to gain profound insight into motivation and foresight you may not have been aware of inside yourself.
Liara Covert’s last blog post..What does the medicine man say?
On 24 March 2009 at 5:44 pm Tess The Bold Life said,
Jannie,
I understand your first poem. There’s nothing worse that seeing people reject your kid. What it does is touch on our own rejection. In fact you could say it pushes our rejection button.
I went to therapy to learn how to stop taking on my kids stuff. One of the hardest things for me to learn with four duaghters within 4 years of each other. And the one with our a right hand.
I wanted to kick the as…of kids who teased her.
Love all the poems!
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On 24 March 2009 at 8:47 pm Mama Zen said,
Oh, Jannie, that first one! I am so dreading my first moment like that with my little girl!
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On 24 March 2009 at 8:56 pm Renee said,
Jannie, you are of the rare talent that can make me laugh with silliness and tear up with sentimentality at the same time. If you die an untimely death, I would kindly request that you donate to me just a little bit of your brain (whichever side) that is so brilliant. In turn, I will faithfully stalk you…
Renee
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On 25 March 2009 at 8:16 am Caity said,
Oh I love the sofa one!
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On 25 March 2009 at 11:21 am Jannie said,
Oh great – I just spammed my own comment I’d written! So here I go again…
Blond Duck: It was my pleasure!
Liara: I can be fearless in my poems, they allow me to reach a place my conscious self doesn’t let me. Thanks as always for your wisdom.
Tess: You must’ve been through a lot. Imagine 4 daughters within 4 years! How old are they all now?
Mama Zen: When it happens you will be there nicely for her, I’m sure.
Renee: If you go first can I pelase have some of YOUR brain, so I can learn to paint, draw and sculpt?? And remember – this stalking thing is a two-way street!
You’re not ever going to stop blogging, are you? Please.
Caity: Thank you, glad that one got to you. And sorry I’ve not been over to your place lately. I will soon. xo
On 25 March 2009 at 11:04 pm joaquin said,
“the bench” blows me away. it is amazing, the love of a parent for a child – and i love how you captured it – being nervous and heartbroken for them, more than they will ever know (until, of course, they’re parents.)
(i never send the error reports. i’m certain they are just dredging my computer for personal data.)
and “sofa” has a wonderful bittersweetness to it – like a sad smile – “I am heartily loved” sure puts a perspective on things, doesn’t it?
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On 29 March 2009 at 9:27 pm Joy said,
the first is my favorite. Children are in the moment and in that moment her time with mom probably felt so good = it wasn’t as important as a fair weather friend.
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On 30 March 2009 at 10:19 am Jannie said,
Joaquin: That’s it exactly!! Being nervous for them, but knowing that the info has to come from you. I gave up on sending those error reports too! And stopped clicking n those ads that say I’mm the millionth visitor of the week and a FREE BRAND NEW i-PHONE is just a click away! But my $ eight million should be wired from London to my bank account any minute!
Joy: “The Bench” seems to be a popular one indeed. And a beautiful and astute take you have on the moment.