A LITTLE THANKSGIVING POEM I WROTE YEARS AGO-WISHING YOU ALL A BLESSED THANKSGIVING

I have so much to give

Thanks for...SO much.

Thanks to my family,

Thanks to friends coming my way,

Thank you to everyone that

touches my day.

Thanks for my husband,

Thanks for my home,

Thanks for a resting place

wherever I roam.

Thanks for new babies,

Thanks for sweet life,

Thanks for allowing me

peace amidst strife.

Thanks for my children,

Thanks for grandchildren, too.

Thanks for the blessings

that fall on this crew.

Thanks for Thanksgiving,

As we gather this clan,

Bless every child in it

and woman and man.

Which brings us to the banquet,

The banquet of life,

Where some poor old turkey

Gave us his life.

We'll surround him with taters,

We'll smother him with peas,

We'll say, "Pass the gravy"

and Thank You and Please.

But let us remember,

As the table boards bend,

That all of this bounty

Belongs to God in the end.

Amen!

 © D. Diana Kosmoski 2011 

Told you it was an old poem

but some things never change.

Thank you to everyone that has stuck

here over the years and been part of

my blogging world.

Love to all of you-

Diana

THE CHRISTMAS ROSE POEM I WROTE

I know many of my followers

came along after I wrote 

this poem several years ago.

I thought I would post it.

I wrote this in just a few minute's time

as I saw the picture of this rose.

THE CHRISTMAS ROSE

There is a legend old as time 
about the Christmas Rose,
If you've not heard it e'er before~
this is how it goes.

The night sky glowed quite splendidly,
and the girl could see a Star.
It brightly shone upon the land 
and beckoned from afar.

She left her door step quietly 
without a backward glance,
She knew that she must follow it
and take the risk-the chance.

She had heard the shepherds talking 
about the child so near,
That would change the world forever-
that could comfort every fear.

She watched behind a hillock 
as the Magi took their place, 
With their gifts of myrrh & frankincense
& gold in a fine case.

She wanted such a special gift 
for this baby oh-so-dear,
But she was poor, had nothing, 
and she cried a silent tear.

She quickly searched the countryside~ 
a flower was her thought,
But the winter was cold 
& damp & mean-
no flower to be sought.

She earnestly began to weep 
and softly shed each tear,
While an angel watched & marveled 
at the love she held so dear.

"Why are you crying, my child?" she asked 
as she met her on the ground 
"I long to give something to this child
- but nothing have I found."

The angel touched her tears 
where they lay upon the earth,
And a Rose sprung up beneath them-
a green & silent birth.

Now go and give your roses, child,
your gift of heart & tear,
And the Savior child will bless you 
& comfort you, my dear.

She gently picked the roses 
and took them to the place,
Where the baby lay in splendor
in His lowly birthing space.

She stared upon his countenance-
this ragged, humble child,
And He turned his little face up 
and looked at her & smiled.

Yes! That's the story of the Christmas Rose-
it's been heard by many ears,
But the Blessing it brings at Christmas time 
will carry us through the years.
~©Diana Kosmoski~

I know everyone has their own beliefs

and I respect that.

If nothing else, just enjoy it 

for the beauty of the moment.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU.

YOU ALL HAVE A PIECE OF MY HEART!

YOUR SUNDAY SMILE--POST THANKSGIVING~

Good Morning!

Did you eat too much?

I did NOT myself.

Anyway---

My father,

God rest his soul,

was a humorist.

Noooooo..

you're saying...

Not YOUR Dad.

Well, he was!

One of the things he absolutely

LOVED

was poetry.

He read a lot of poetry to

me when I was a child.

Most of it way beyond

my understanding.

One of the ones that I

remember most vividly is

the one below.

It is short..

and I guarantee it will

put a smile on your face...

especially if you are thinking

about going out and having

a few little drinks

as we head into the holidays

It is called

JUDGED BY THE COMPANY ONE KEEPS

One night in late December,

When I was far from sober,

Returning with my load of manly pride,

My feet began to stutter,

So I lay down in the gutter,

And a pig came near 

and lay down by my side;

A lady passing by was heard to say:

"You can tell a man who boozes,

By the company he chooses,"

And the pig got up and slowly walked away.

                              Unknown author

Happy Sunday!

Don't eat too many leftovers

and pick your companions well!

See you soon and I will give you an

update on Ted & Susie (She Junks)

Ummm--need I remind you that

CHRISTMAS 

is one month from today?

You're welcome!

ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA

Do you love 

HYDRANGEAS

like I do?

If so-

you may enjoy this sweet 

little poem in their honor!

THE HYDRANGEA

Oh- Sweet Mop Head 

that bobs and sways,

holding court in the garden

for long warm days.

We watch you bloom

pristine and white,

You shimmer by day

and glow at night.

When Fall comes tramping

down the lane,

You feel your life

Has been in vain.

Your time is limited

that we know.

What choice do we have

but to let you go?

But wait, oh wait,

Oh dear, Oh dread,

SOMEONE somewhere

lopped off your head.

And here you sit

Without a shout

For dear old Nana

Has dried you out.

And the great queen shouted to those below her.

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS"

~The End~

Come back again-if you dare-

Have a wonderful, blessed Sunday-

AND

watch out for the cranky old lady

with scissors in her hand!

A SWEET LITTLE PIECE OF WINTER- THE WINTER SPRUCE

I wrote this a

while back for a 

Gardening Group

that I used to belong to

and thought I would share it here.

It looks like

January

to me!

The spruce stands in full glory,
A pretty sight to see.
As daybreak catches glimpses,
Of the snow upon this tree.

He lifts his boughs to Heaven,
To give glory and full praise.
He stands in solid tribute,
To the Maker all his days.

He shelters every bird's nest,
He guards it; standing green.
And he beckons to the bunnies
As they hide & remain unseen.

He will stand there oh-so-proudly,
If we will let him grow.
For he's living just as we are
And this is what I know.

A man with all his knowledge,
Cannot create a tree.
He can only guard & keep it,
For the gift of life is free.

Poem by: Nana Diana©
Picture by: Marilyn/Enchanted Gardens

THE CHRISTMAS ROSE-AN OLD LEGEND-

I wrote this several years ago

but thought I would share it 

again in case you didn't see it before.

THE CHRISTMAS ROSE

There is a legend old as time 
about the Christmas Rose,
If you've not heard it e'er before~
this is how it goes.

The night sky glowed quite splendidly,
and the girl could see a Star.
It brightly shone upon the land 
and beckoned from afar.

She left her door step quietly 
without a backward glance,
She knew that she must follow it
and take the risk-the chance.

She had heard the shepherds talking 
about the child so near,
That would change the world forever-
that could comfort every fear.

She watched behind a hillock 
as the Magi took their place, 
With their gifts of myrrh & frankincense
& gold in a fine case.

She wanted such a special gift 
for this baby oh-so-dear,
But she was poor, had nothing, 
and she cried a silent tear.

She quickly searched the countryside~ 
a flower was her thought,
But the winter was cold 
& damp & mean-
no flower to be sought.

She earnestly began to weep 
and softly shed each tear,
While an angel watched & marveled 
at the love she held so dear.

"Why are you crying, my child?" she asked 
as she met her on the ground 
"I long to give something to this child
- but nothing have I found."

The angel touched her tears 
where they lay upon the earth,
And a Rose sprung up beneath them-
a green & silent birth.

Now go and give your roses, child,
your gift of heart & tear,
And the Savior child will bless you 
& comfort you, my dear.

She gently picked the roses 
and took them to the place,
Where the baby lay in splendor
in His lowly birthing space.

She stared upon his countenance-
this ragged, humble child,
And He turned his little face up 
and looked at her & smiled.

Yes! That's the story of the Christmas Rose-
it's been heard by many ears,
But the Blessing it brings at Christmas time 
will carry us through the years.
~©Diana Kosmoski~

God bless each and every one of you 

this Christmas Eve, Christmas Day

and all through the holidays

and upcoming year.

Thank you ALL for being such

a beautiful part of my life.

I have made so many friends in blogland

and feel like I know so many of you 

on a deeply personal level.

I have laughed and cried for you

and your families and feel as 

connected to  you as I do to

"real people".

My kids are 

ALL WRONG

when they say 

BLOG FRIENDS

 are not the same as

REAL FRIENDS!

Using an old phrase

coined by SweetCheeks I say

PFFFTTTT!

Merry Christmas my friends!

A THANKSGIVING POEM FOR MY BLOG READERS

Poetry has always come easy to me.

My girl cousins and I listened to a lot

of poetry growing up.

Both of our fathers read poetry to us

so it is second nature to me.

Are my poems perfect?

Nope- Not even close

 but they are heartfelt.

Here is the one I wrote last night.

Thanksgiving

Oh! The memories of Thanksgivings past,

When I was just a child,

When the days spread out forever,

And I could just run wild.

I remember early morning sun

Upon the kitchen floor,

And father hurrying across the room

Going out the old screen door.

He would go to do the milking 

Then come  in to eat his fill,

Of Thanksgiving dinner lovingly prepared

In that house up on the hill.

My little grandmother always came,

Bringing the mincemeat pie,

I never ate a single bite of it

Cuz I didn’t want to die. (smiling)

My Uncle came along with her,

And another Uncle, too,

A cousin tagged in here and there,

When they had nothing else to do.

Oh! Then the years just marched along

And God took some family home,

The Thanksgiving table got smaller,

As other members began to roam.

I never dreamed when I was a child,

That the day would come to be,

That the old homestead would all be gone

And the only family left would be me.

So, gather your family close, my friends,

As you celebrate -I say-

Remember to give Thanksgiving,

For the love & riches you have today.

By: D. Diana Kosmoski ©2017

I hope your day is 

FULL OF BLESSINGS

and for those that do not have family

to spend the holiday with

I wish you 

peacefulness  and  joy

as you celebrate alone.

I'll celebrate with you in spirit......

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY-IS NOT SO HAPPY FOR SOME

I wrote this several years ago 

and I got so many private emails

from women who felt that I had

 'hit the nail on the head'.

Not all women have been blessed

with wonderful mothers.

I am away for the weekend.

Our first 'outing' since last Fall 

when John started cancer treatment.

However, I wanted to post this for all of you.

Mother's Day

Some of us have been blessed with wonderful Mothers.

Some of us have Mothers that were not quite so admirable.

Some of us have Mothers that praised us and adored us,

Some of us have Mothers that never said a kind word.

Some of us have Mothers that loved us unconditionally.

Some of us have Mothers that loved us only

if we met all her expectations,

and even that was not enough.

Some of us have Mothers that smiled readily.

Some of us have Mothers that never found much to smile about.

Some of us have Mothers that~

whatever we did~ it is more than they hoped for.

Some of us have Mothers that

no matter WHAT we did-it was never 

"quite right".

Some of us have Mothers that had a charmed childhood.

Some of us have Mothers that were raised in pain & shame.

Some of us have Mothers that

 need us & want us in their lives.

Some of us have Mothers that are needy

 and we seldom see them.

Some of us have Mothers that complete our lives.

Some of us have Mothers that

leave us aching, wanting and empty.

Some of us have Mothers that stand

on this side of the Great Beyond.

Some of us have Mothers that have passed

 over this earthly barrier.

Some of us will emulate our Mothers.

Some of us will vow to never be

anything like our Mothers.

Some of us are happy and fulfilled,

no matter what kind of Mother we had.

Some of us will never be happy

even if we were nurtured by an amazing Mother.

Today I am blessed to be a Mother.

My daughters are blessed to be Mothers, too.

Today I vow that I will be

the best mother (and grandmother) I can be.

Today I vow that I will love

as deeply as I can those that share my life.

Today I know that I am blessed indeed~

Today I hope that you find blessings

in your own life-

and love your Mother

even if it is just because she gave you life.

~Happy Mother's Day from Me to You~

©Nana Diana 

BITTERSWEET - A Poem About A Different Kind Of Bittersweet

~Bittersweet~

Sometimes things just come to me 

and I jot them down

in poem form.

I never agonize over the words-

they just flow out in a matter of minutes.

(kind of like the way I blog)

I rarely go back and change a word or phrase.

Such is this piece.

It took me about 10 minutes to jot it down.

I wrote this the year I turned 50.

That was really odd because it was the same year

I was presented with this painting

that I showed you the other day.

 But this is not about the kind of bittersweet 

you see pictured here.

It is about another kind of bittersweet.

I went down and dug this out 

of a box in the basement

and typed it into my Word program 

on my computer

so I could share it with you.

Bittersweet

Life is just a journey

Down an unknown lane,

Sometimes touched by laughter,

Often tinged with pain.

How often in my wanderings

I have met a kindred soul,

Who by their very presence,

Has made my spirit whole.

I have been so very blessed

Though the path’s gone up and down,

I entered the Arch of Motherhood

And found four jewels for my crown.

The road has had some twists and turns

Some days were full of strife.

But always in the distance

I could see the Star of Life.

Some friends walked with me but a mile

And left me richer still,

And there are those that bolster me

When the road seems all uphill.

Yes!  I have had my sorrows,

But my joy is full, complete.

For life is but a journey

And it’s often bittersweet.

copyrighted by D. Diana Kosmoski/2000

You know what ELSE is bittersweet?

Losing your hair!

I think I am going to send MyHero

in for a tattoo like this one.

And here you thought you'd never

see any nice hairstyles at Walmart!

Thanks for reading.

Hope you have a day that is full of love and joy!