P..is for many things:
Blame it all on them!
Blame it all on them!
I was their first child, arriving with no directions,
or skills for parenting.
..so they just made up the rules as they went along!
always hoping for the best
Precocious and inquisitive was I..
Pretty? nope,A tomboy ..yes!
"Pretty was as pretty did"..so said Mom.
Many times found me being far from pretty!
A Daddy's girl, his little fishing buddy..
and constant shadow,
He was my hero..Survival of the other three siblings was through FEAR
..as I bravely tested the waters, pushed the parents to their limits and yes,
frequently and sorely tested their patience.
Secretly they admired my antics,and achievements,
but dared not to copy me.
I was one of a kind, unique, marching to my own drum..
But parents do know best..
I think it is an inborn trait..
This flow of knowledge spews forth at the birth of their firstborn..
With that knowledge is the secret of getting revenge..
which emerges with the birth of their first Grandchild!
Whatever my son Keith wanted, he got..from Poppy and Granny..
Their freezer and pantry stayed stocked with all his favorites..
And where he wanted to go, they went,and stayed until He was ready to go..
but their sweetest revenge of all was when Keith would utter these words..
"I don't have to, Poppy said so!
You can't make me, Granny said I didn't have to!
I don't Like you. you are a meanie!.
I love Poppy and Granny the BEST!
Sadly, my mom passed away when Keith was only three..
but the two of them had formed a very strong,loving bond.
Keith learned to enjoy and love the secrets of the outdoors,from her.
And from Poppy, he learned trust, honor and unconditional love..
My parents were married for twenty eight years before her death at age fifty two..He was fifty eight..recently retired,full of hopes and plans for their future.
He picked a site ,shaded by a small oak tree..as her final resting place.
His was next to hers ,waiting for him.
When his time comes,he asked, please,follow this as a last request...
He wanted nothing fancy as funeral attire, no suits and ties...
just plain overalls and a new white shirt, freshly starched and ironed..
I asked why?
His answer was simple and full of love as he said.....
"It's been a long time,so I've got to make sure she sees me!
She wouldn't recognize me dressed any other way"
Daddy has been gone from me for sixteen years now...
and not a day goes by that he is not in my thoughts..or actions
Together at last ,they rest eternally in the shade of the now giant oak tree..
as in life and now in death..in love.
P is also for Precious..
..as in precious memories of parental guidance.laced with love ..
steering my way to be the very best at whatever I would choose to be!
And preserving their memory as a legacy for my son....
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