They say it is best to live in the present

Be here now, they say

But I do miss my past days with my two young kids

Our watching shows together

Our meals together

Our times of laughing and joking around

All those silly times that brought so much joy to my life

Yes we had some struggles

Some challenges

But those times of the past

Are so treasured to me

I often like to relive them in my mind

I feel such happiness there

Being in the past – now

Brings a smile to my face

Better than the loneliness of my kids out on their own now

Living far from me

And my silent tears – 

I miss them

I miss myself and who I used to be

A stay-at-home mom who experienced the best times of my life!

-Connie Webb

God does hear our prayers

I have always heard;

But I guess he had some earphones on,

the day I prayed for you to pull through.

Good-bye my beloved little brother.

– Connie Webb

Turn off the news.

Turn on the music.

Turn off the negative talk.

Turn on the positive vibes.

Turn off the sorrow.

Turn on the joy.

Turn off the worry.

Turn on the calm.

Turn off the heartbreak.

Turn on all the love.

Tune into humor.

Tune your smile up.

At least for a moment.

By, Connie Webb 3/2/22

Before and after the wildflowers bloom

by 

Connie Webb

Before the wildflowers bloom, 

there are cold nights and cold mornings – 

lots of rain, lots of wind. 

*****

Before the wildflowers bloom, 

the days are darker and dreary – 

don’t see very much sunshine. 

*****

Before the wildflowers bloom,

my depression is much greater – 

spending lots of time indoors.

*****

But when the wildflowers bloom,

the sun shines brightly more often – 

days of rain are fading fast.

*****

When the wildflowers bloom,

my depression starts to vanish –

as the scenery brightens.

*****

When the wildflowers bloom,

I say hello to longer days –

filled with warmth and birds singing.

*****

When the wildflowers bloom,

I can’t ignore the floral scents –

Spring awakens joy in me. 

*****

I wish for you to spend time,

With those vivid wildflowers –

To improve your inner peace.

TAKEN AWAY 

by

Connie Webb

I am seven years old.

I am in a new room in Miami Beach, Florida.

Mom left my dad in Buffalo, NY.

She didn’t tell him that we left or where we were.

She put me and my 3 brothers in a car and drove us here.

I am wondering when my dad will come and find us,

even though mom told me he doesn’t care about us.

I remember my old house,

my dad coming home from work,

his shiny black shoes,

his suit and tie,

the smell of his cologne,

his big smile,

the way he made me giggle –

I miss him.

I miss having a family meal with him,

I miss how strong he was and how he joked around,

I miss the times we all had fun together.

I miss his strong arms as he picked me up

and put me on his shoulders.

He swore he wouldn’t drop me

so I wouldn’t be scared.

I wasn’t scared.

I don’t miss my mom yelling at dad all the time.

It seemed she screamed the loudest.

I was certain it was her fault for all the fights,

though she claims differently.

I am in my room alone,

only 7 years old,

I heard the voices of my new school friends today,

telling of the gifts they got from their Daddy for Christmas or Hanukkah.

There are no gifts from a Daddy for me.

Mom told me to stop crying.

She said I never have to see him again,

that he didn’t love me or my brothers or her.

One day I said,

I am not going to miss Daddy any more,

I am tired of crying.

I never got jealous of friends’ dads any more;

I never felt the pain any more.

I am age 27.

Something made me

pick up the phone and call him.

I got to talk to my Dad,

my Dad,

my Daddy,

Who I lost years ago;

and he said he loved me,

and he never knew where I was or my brothers.

We moved every year,

so he probably was telling the truth.

Nowadays they call that parental kidnapping.

The past is gone.

I never got all those final years with my dad,

but from age 27 to 28 and a half,

before he died of a heart attack at age 64,

I got to talk to my Dad.

I don’t have the card that said “Love your Dad”,

it got lost somehow,

but I will treasure the opportunity that I got

to know my dad by calls and letters,

and that I still can remember his voice,

his laugh,

his love,

and his kindness.

I was taken away from my dad,

but I am so grateful I found him again

before it was too late.

WE NEED YOUR LOVING SPIRIT

by

Connie Webb

Everyone we’re in this together,

No one ought to be left out.

Capable people lend a hand,

Over-loving is needed without a doubt.

Under the stress of Covid-19,

Really work to be loving and kind;

And grace will fill our world,

Giving us a chance for a peaceful mind.

In time this virus will go away,

Nothing will stop our encouraging voices;

Give your attention to your dear ones,

We all need to make these positive choices,

Of bringing love to wherever we are,

Real gentle and kind spirits,

Do this near and far . . .

So we all can live in serenity together.

Just Look at that Blue in the Sky!

By

Connie Webb

Awaken in this peaceful home,

With a purring cat by my side;

The friendly neighborhood is so quiet,

Except for a wind chime ringing with pride.

*******

This cold December morning,

Under an almost full moon;

The birds have not awakened yet,

But their sweet songs will happen soon.

*******

The warming sun has almost risen,

A few clouds are passing slowly by;

Today will be a lovely day,

Just look at that blue in the sky!

The Contemplation of When To Break Up With Him

By

Connie Webb

Wanted to break up with him at Thanksgiving, 

but there was cooking and baking to do.

*******

Wanted to break up with him at Christmas,

but the Christmas tree lights were shining brightly

and Christmas music was playing everywhere;

And who would take those night walks with me 

admiring the neighborhood Christmas lights all around town?

*******

Wanted to break up with him at New Years, 

but who would I toast and kiss at midnight with Auld Lang Syne playing?

*******

Wanted to break up with him on a Monday, 

but Tuesday was his birthday 

and his gifts were all wrapped 

and the cake was looking delicious.

*******

On Wednesday, not a holiday, 

I finally got the courage to break up with that man,

who I had fallen out of love with 

long ago,

And I never went back to him, 

no matter what special occasion came next. 

The Scent of Baby Powder by Connie Webb

The scent of baby powder brings back beautiful memories of both my well-loved babies.

Fresh and happy from their baby bathtub with their hooded baby towels and smiles;

Then a nice fresh diaper ready for them, after I dry them off, and sprinkle on some baby powder,

Put on their little baby nightgowns, feed them in the rocking chair, burp them and then rock them to sleep.

I quietly and gently put them in their cribs being so careful not to wake their peaceful slumber.

The scent of baby powder still brings back those treasured, tender moments with my adorable babies.

They missed our song, they missed our song,

on our wedding day;

could that be why, could that be why,

our marriage didn’t stay?

*****

We picked that song, we picked that song,

feeling our love would last forever,

But it did not, but it did not;

our marriage failure endeavor.

*****

What if they didn’t miss our song, 

What could have happened then?

Could our marriage have lasted?

Wonder how our love would have been?

*****

Would we have had no fighting?

Would we have worked things out?

Would we have had no screaming?

Would our love have had no doubt?

*****

Would we have held each other tight, 

when life got hard and tough?

Would we have stuck it out, 

when things got so bleak and rough?

*****

Would we be aging together, 

helping each other with everything?

Would we be there for one another?

Would I still wear my wedding ring?

*****

They missed our song, that lovely song,

on our wedding day;

Could that be why, could that be why

our marriage didn’t stay?

*****

Our song

they did not 

play.