School is where we learn to connect.
Shabbat is when we pray and reflect.
Teacher’s lessons help us learn every prayer.
Rabbi helps us learn about the world in our care.
Every time you connect to a lesson you have learned,
It’s respect from all, you will certainly have earned.
Generations long gone, are ours to respect and protect.
Our generation’s daily lesson is learn to connect.
Know that you will always be doing your part.
When you connect to the prayers in your heart.
Another Wrinkle
Another wrinkle shows, what does it mean?
Age or wisdom, that still remains to be seen.
Sometimes, we age and we learn.
Respect, we always yearn to earn.
There are always young ears for us to capture.
Learning should always be a new adventure.
Are there really more smarts in us as we age?
Can we consider advice we give, wise and sage?
Those before us, learned and showed us the way.
As we age, the next generation will have their say.
Father’s Day
Dad, I think of you and remember you, this day.
I hope all can think of their father in some way.
Dad, I know the love of family was always there.
In a song, you would show how much you care.
Playing sports or cards, you could sandbag aces.
Playing the guitar, you could win those young faces.
The creative spark you left in me to have my say,
Remembers you with much love, this Father’s Day.
The Art of Schmoozing
From when they say hello and end with good bye,
There is always a charming twinkle in the eye.
There’s that ability to always make you feel good.
They make you feel at home in any neighborhood.
That outfit really, really looks good on you.
And how are your kids doing, what’s new?
You lose weight, you look much thinner.
There’s a new place we must try for dinner.
We must have lunch soon.
The new place at noon.
Weather, sports, cars, always something to talk about.
Done well, politics is always a topic they leave out.
This is the fine art of meet and greet.
Smile, share words that are always upbeat.
Pictures on The Wall
Pictures on the wall, there’s a story to tell.
Old black and white photos that cast a spell.
One glance and you can’t seem to look away.
A commanding look that you must obey.
A hypnotic look radiates from those eyes.
Leaving would cause such teary good byes.
The camera captured a history of our past.
And we have memories that will surely last.
Someone from long ago, you wish that you had met.
Old gallery pictures on the wall, you will never forget.
Memorial Day
Today, at Starbucks, the gentleman ahead of me, left cash, to cover my drink order with the request to say thank you for your service to our country. When I can, I continue that chain of saying thank you. For the third year, I am reposting this poem.
Memorial Day, are there lost friends to fondly remember?
Someone special who was an Armed Forces member.
We honor our lost soldiers with parades and songs,
They journeyed the world to battle evil and wrongs.
Do we value the freedom we have because of those that serve.
They faced foreign elements with courage and nerve.
Sometimes we wonder what will history say,
About the wars and conflicts we fought today.
We cover many a coffin with red, white and blue,
Trying to honor fallen heroes with their due.
We never take for granted the rights and freedoms we enjoy,
Those freedoms are ours, because of many a soldier girl or boy.