up, up and away
by Cal
They laid her to rest on a hot Arizona day.
The oldest of the children chuckled.
She could have sworn her mother had blinked.
She knew her mom well and this was not the end.
She had always promised this one (HER OLDEST) she would return
"Ahhhhhh, Ma, please be gentle when you come back, k?"
"No 'Boo' or anything to scare me to death, alright? You promise? "
She looked at her mother's clothes.
No black dress and high heels for her...
She'd gotten her way, her hair all astray and even at this age, only slightly gray
As if it were a right of passage, her mother's hair hung
long and stringy...... scary almost but free of spray, free of gel
FREE like her mom's personality.
Barefoot with toenail polish ...... (OK, so one little thing was establishment) but at her mom's request, she had bought the polish at a used clothes store and it was bright red.....
Her lips were shiny with a bit of gloss - no color. Why now when it never worked in life for her.
Her attire was hippie and she had wonderful flowers adorning her hair. Her face looked soft and even though a wrinkle or two could be seen, there was just a bare touch of make-up to add a little color to the whiteness of death.
She looked happy, her child noticed. She had known it was time and she had gone over without much of a hitch. The only thing she was adamant about was that her children let her go the same.
Yes, it seemed a time for sadness but her oldest wasn't sad. Funny, she was crying but it was for the PEACE her mother wanted and sought all of her life. She knew now it was hers and it made her weep.
She knew her mother had stuck around this long for her and her siblings. After all, ninety two was a ripe old age and at 72, her daughter knew how her Ma felt. She had a full life and NEVER a dull moment .......... but it had been time.
Her Ma always said the natural process was for parents to go first..... and out of respect for the kids she had abided by that rule.
There was no coffin....... unless the cardboard box could be called that. But...... her mother had decorated it herself, unbeknownst to her kids. They found it in storage wrapped in an old blanket she had made years ago.
She had painted daisies on the sides and inside was material bought at a yard sale. It was the most beautiful bed for the occasion one could imagine.
The one last request was that she not be buried. She wanted her ashes strewn across the Pacific Ocean as one could imagine a Pisces might want. (Ok already, so the ole lady had a thing or two going on......... Ha!!! She was, after all, human; or was she?)
Her eldest child looked at the hot air balloon and then her siblings, Oh My God! At our age, she wanted us up in a hot air balloon....... experiencing the freedom of flight one last time with her.
Ok, she brought us into this world, the least we can do is this one last request.
"You two ready?" she looked over at her two best friends and they nodded in unison and smiled.
Up up and away in my beautiful balloon........................
The end, or is it???
Walk Barefoot with Me
by Cal
"May I wear your shoes?" he asked me.
"But why", was my reply?
With a tear in his eye and a quiet sigh he asked me this.
"Do you wear your brother's boxers, the ones he found in your room?"
"Do you have your own, the ones with Batman that say boom?"
"Do you consider yourself weak or is it just a fad?"
"Please wear my shoes," I whispered to my friend.
* * *
Walk barefoot with me in my world, live calmly with me in my life..... seek
Peace as we inhale wonder and love openly till the end.
Hope is on the horizon
and if u hold me gently, we will prevail.
Love to you sweet friend!!!
We Shock and Awed Em!
by Cal
We walked to the crop duster
and he opened up the door.
I stacked the leaflets
High... and Neatly on the floor.
I saw the coppers coming
And I gently hit the ground.
The baby inside kicked me
The new hope we all had found
The coppers called the firemen
And the trucks arrived with sound
There see now a note is tacked
quite securely on the door
It says we shocked and awed em -
Love and Peace forever more.
The dusters all were flying
on the scheduled day at noon
And the people all rejoiced
as we sang a happy tune.
We are such a brilliant bunch
- that's a given - in this land
and if you see a duster
flying low and kickin' sand.
You'll know we're getting restless,
us, the Natives of this land
Let's hoist us up some leaflets
Now it's time for us again
Go stir you up some pilots
for Syria or IRAN.
So off to your place of fun
and talk to those boys that fly
You must have a friend or two
with some mischief in his eye.
Go before they rein us in
and have fun like little boys.
Take lots of papers filled with
info - clutter up that town
Go litter on the sidewalk
take the power from the crown.
That day we shocked and awed em,
the top masters were all mad
We were there to have our way
and WE weren't being bad.
The words said much about the geeks,
the unheard internet crowd
And when the papers hit the streets
then the others too were loud.
We worked, we marched, not seen at all
Til the pilots took that step
(and the bulls they took by the balls. )
Well, that was years ago and the leaflets did the trick
Now, the Bushes are in history like the one called Tricky Dick.
When Will They Awaken
by Cal, 2004
My cyberspace life has become so real
How did it happen and what is the deal?
People from the other place sit and say
You must be lonely, or it's a bad day.
You can't find the 'Real' or things that you need
Come back to this side and deal with REAL greed.
They do not know what we see in our world
There's not much hope, the greedy have a hold.
They murder and kill; we stand and we see
The truth in this form; we fight to be free.
One day when it's late and they finally awaken
Who'll be there to pick up the pieces a shakin'?
Will the ones that see evil and doom in the light
Be at their beck and call when THEY can't sleep at night?
We have chosen the path that only WE see for now
While they are still so shaken by SARs and Mad Cow.
How much will it take and what will they think
When they learn the truth, the writings in INK.
For they've chosen their course and they don't know the cost
For their ignorance ... will one day show what they've lost.
I'm tired now and I'm sure it does show....
My eyes are drooping and my thoughts are slow.
I know the ones that I trust have my back
And when I falter they pick up the slack.
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