Velda’s Treasures

December 1979 The welcome mat’s out, the wreath’s on the door Your cards have been mailed, good times are in store. You’ve gone to the woods and selected a tree It’s there to be trimmed but already you see.   Just how it will look with the soft colored lights As they glow through the window and reflect in the night. The tinsel in place at the end of each bough, You drink in the beauty, all your heart will allow.   The vision you see brings comfort and peace, A joy of contentment, you hope will increase. Your eyelids close slowly, you lean back to nap, Then fade into dreamland, sweet dreams to entrap.   Your childhood years come into view, A flashback of Christmas, as a child you knew. Santa’s arrival, you’ve waited all year, Now the big moment is finally here.   His pack is well filled with a great many toys, He’ll visit the home of all good girls and boys. The sound of the sleigh bells ring in the air, Then the clatter of reindeer, hitched by the pair.   Santa...

  My Entry in The Shopping Contest 1981 To market, to market, to get my supplies, Redeem a few coupons and check for good buys. The first thing I'll do is find a cart, Then head for the aisle in which I'll start. Canned goods, that's easy, there on the shelf, And all I must do, is just help myself. I glance at the prices. then comes the frown, The items I need are never marked down. The ad says the toothpaste is new and improved, But the discount I had hoped for, had just been removed. Soap powder called "Miracle," I really should try it, But the coupon I have, I can't use to buy it. Well, I soon filled my basket for a price I respected, With hand chosen items, I carefully selected. My bill was fifty-nine dollars and the cents twenty-three, Just one week’s supply for my husband and me. I took so many coupons on my trip to the store, They were either out—dated or I needed one more. No shopping trip is ever complete, Wit...

  A $75 Room We never saw the folks we met, It's their voice and laughter we'll never forget. Folks stop at night with one request, Just peace and quiet, to get some rest. The first night out we met Clara and Fred, It was two in the morning when they went to bed. We knew both had showered cause the sound amplified, Through the walls of the room we occupied. Then there was Charlie and a gal named Delight, They entertained friends quite late that night. After each one had left, Charlie made one call, Said, ”Honey, I love you and miss you all." Oh yes, there was Melvin, he talked on the phone, We were sure he was in his room all alone. Mel rambled on, his words were half sung, Spoke very frankly with his wagging tongue. The Holiday Inn, Howard Johnson, it just doesn't matter, Through every thin wall, you can still hear the chatter. The best thing to do, I guess would be, Turn up the volume on your TV. Then dial your number and lea...

 I've gotten some of Velda's Treasures - her poetry - and let's see if I can get one added today. :-) " Our Pre-Christmas Blues " 1968 The vaporizer steaming, it gurgles and COOS, Trying to chase our pre-Christmas blues.   The noisemakers we had, were all our own, Coughing, sneezing and low-grade moans.   There were goodies, of course, blue, green, and white, Two every four hours, all through the night.   Shots we had, but in the arm, the kind for good and not for harm.   Sore throat, chest pains and a high fever, too, Sure as you're born, the Hong Kong flu.   Whatever we have we always share, When l crawled into bed, Harry was there.   Just being together, it didn't seem so bad, Cause we love each other, me and my dad.

 I’ve never done a blog so we will see how & if it works for this. My thought is that it might be a way to share Velda’s poetry in a place with easy access. (That is yet to be seen)!  So - THIS IS A TEST!  And if it passes, I hope to share these treasures for all to enjoy.