"Thinking of Petie"

"Thinking of Petie"

Once you know Petie,

You won't forget him.

That little rascal.

Energy on four legs

Bright eyed

Always looking for fun

and games.

When I cared

for him when you went

shopping,

He would stare into space

like he couldn't believe it.

He would never come and sit

by me as that would be a

betrayal to you.

(I know he was thinking that)

One day when three year old

Devin opened the back door,

Out he went.

I tore after him and he was

so fast.

Suddenly I stepped in something

warm and squishy that popped up

between my bare toes.

If he hadn't stopped to go, I would

never have caught him.

If he would have gotten out of the

fence, I would have had a heart attack

because he would have run off

looking for his Mommy.

I should have grabbed a hose and

washed off my toes but instead, I

hobbled into the kitchen

carrying Petie and stepped

on a paper towel.

Then I hopped into the bathroom

and washed my foot in the tub.

I remember Devin and Petie

looking at me like, "What

is she doing now?" hahaha

Petie used to sit next to Jamie and move

his chewing toy closer and closer until

he "accidentally" bit Jamie's fingers.

Then he would look surprised.

like, "How did that happen?"

Minutes later he would do it again.

I think fingers were the perfect consistency

to cut his needle sharp teeth on.

When he was tired of waiting for you to

come home he would curl up and sleep

under a chair so the time would go faster.

I would tell him you would be home soon.

He would just sigh.

I remember the picture you sent of

him in his very own wading pool.

That must have felt good

during those hot summers.

I remember the time in our back

yard when he jumped up very high to get

a lower branch of our big maple tree.

He held on and slid down to the ground

and then tugged and tugged

thinking he could pull that forty year old

tree to the ground

Such determination.

Petie is still alive and going strong.

(he will be Twelve years old soon)

He has a good Mommy.

I treasure my memories of

this sweet little dog.

Above Petie ten years old.

Above Petie today

Kes©2009

'They Call it Death'

'They Call it Death'

They call it "Death"

Which means "no more"

For 'tis a garment

That I wore

Whilst traveling in

A place called Earth

I've traveled many

Times before.

Kes©2-18-94

'Dazed'

'Dazed'

I walk on broken glass

My feet are bleeding

I do not feel a thing.

Not even remorse

For the destruction.

Maybe nothing is real

Anyhow.

Just an illusion

And I

With an imaginative mind

Created this...

But would I create

humans so pathetic

and weak

With egos that

reach the sky

heartless to a fault

in my minds eye?

I look down again

and see

The blood on my feet

came from my

wounded heart.

Kes©2007

'My Doll'

'My Doll'

A gift at Christmas

Unwrapped with pleasure

My very own Doll

My love...my treasure

I named her "Betsy"

I held her tight

And rocked her in

Her cradle each night.

I dressed her

And changed her

And took her to tea.

A friend I always

Had with me.

She taught me to nurture

To love and to share

To know the good feelings

That come when you care.

She was packed in a shoe box

When I was ten.

But I never forgot her

Not now...not then.

When my "Live Dolls" arrived

My hand was steady

My heart full of love

Thanks to her I was ready.

Now I am old

But my heart still is young

And I yearn for the strains

Of the song that's been sung.

If I live to be ninety

Or a hundred and two...

Betsy will be there

To see me through...

Kesti©1992

'Advice to a Young Lad'

'Advice to a Young Lad'

No problem is too

Small or too big.

They must be attended to

And they all have solutions.

How you feel about yourself

Is the most important thing

In your life...all of your life.

Keep your eyes and ears

Open for humor and laugh freely.

Never leave home without

At least two dollars in your pocket.

Never hit your sister

And don't spit!

Kesti©1980

"Retro"

The brain is

a very strange place

A room for each desire

Closets galore

Stuffed with memories

Trinkets of your past.

You try to clean them out

Putting them in order

But...there is no order.

For things happen as they will

No direction, Yet you fill

the shelves to max

And push the closet door

and try to close with force

The bad ones push back

and fall onto the floor.

Oh, there is no order

Unless you pretend

And I can't do that

I too won't bend.

Kes©2009

'Insomnia"

She is beautiful

and can be

Fun and funny.

Inside is hiding

an insatiable need

for constant proof

of her worth.

There is no satisfying it.

It rules her and all who

try to love her.

It is a vast emptiness

That must be filled.

She takes drugs and alcohol

to put herself into a deep sleep.

When she wakes, it is

right there waiting.

A big spending spree

will calm it for a

few hours, but never days.

Where did it come from?

This horrid need?

She has been given

countless gifts from God.

She doesn't see them.

She can't grow up.

Indulging her makes

her more needy.

She is like an actress

Who comes out of her

inner reality

at times

And plays the role

of wife and Mother.

And then as suddenly

as she appears

Slides back into

the darkness.

I can't sleep

I worry

Is that a baby's cry?

Kes© March 2009

'A Time For Everything'

'A Time For Everything'

There is time to peek

Into a crib

And smile and coo and cuddle

There is time to watch him

Splash around

In every muddy puddle,

There is time to see him

Off to school

Upon that special day

There is time to kneel

Beside his bed

And teach him how to pray.

There is time to teach him

How to ride

A bike and how to swim

There is time to take

Him on a hike

And just plain get to know him.

There is time to teach him

Love of Christ

And to help his fellow man

There is time to teach him

How he fits

Into God's wondrous plan.

There is time to watch him graduate

You're both so very proud

There is time to see him

Get a job

He's in the 'working crowd."

There is time to watch him Walk the Aisle

With someone very dear

There is time to see him move away

You brush away each tear.

There is time to peek

Into a crib

To cuddle...smile and coo.

And watch your Grandson grow and grow

'A time for Everything"

Come true!

Kesti©1990

'Truth Be Dancing'

'Truth Be Dancing'

I believe

And not believe

In the same

Moment

That I can't

Believe

I'm not

Believing!

Kesti16© 1-8-96

'Journey of a Snowflake'

'Journey of a Snowflake'

Hushed whispers

As they brush each other

On their journey's

Fall to earth.

Each with their

Own pattern

Their DNA

Stamped in beauty

They congregate

Atop a mailbox.

They huddle in wonder

At the strange

Sights they see.

Children in bright

scarfs and bulky dress

Wear boots of warmth

And laugh while

Waiting for the big

Orange bus.

A quick yank and some

Near fall to the ground

As Mail is swallowed in

And flag stands up

Knocking some down

to the ground.

They coalesce as

temperatures drop

No longer fall

when mail time comes

They see many things

As winter's cold

Takes on an eerie

Stillness in the night

Christmas lights

blink as far as they can see.

Carolers walk by and sing their song

Daylight dawns and

Loud and angry plows

come by scooping up

their friends

to clean the road.

What a strange place, Indeed

The springtime sun

Warms them until

In tears they fall

And leave their mailbox home

To wet the land

and bathe the crocus

As they peek up strong

And full of life.

Kesti©

10-26-06