Monday 11 December 2017

Poetry Monday: Happiest Family Memory . . . Fail

It's Poetry Monday, which I can't quite wrap my head around, because we just did this a couple of days ago, didn't we?  Technically, it was seven days and I know that perfectly well, but it seems far less.

This week's suggested theme is "happiest family memory." I found this topic quite challenging and since it was a very full week in other ways, I am bowing out of the party for this one.

However, please feel free to use the comment section to leave your very own poem or to give me a tongue lashing for wussing out. You can also post your poem on your own blog; please leave a note in the comments so we can find you.

Remember, too, that Diane and Delores will have a freshly baked poem for you to digest; just click on their names to make your way to their blogs.

And just so you don't feel it was a complete, total, absolute waste of finger power to click over here to my blog today, here is a consolation prize:

Home decorating kitties (courtesy of

Have a good week and don't let your kitties (or doggies or hamsters or ferrets or ponies or lions or giraffes or elephants) help you with the furniture placement this holiday season.


kylie said...

I swear I left a comment on your previous post but it doesn't seem to be there. Maybe my crazy computer re-started before it posted.
I like your consolation prize, my husband has feng shui-ed our place and it most certainly has not been beneficial so i relate!

River said...

If my kitty wants to rearrange any furniture, she'll have to go through me first!

Elephant's Child said...

Not wussy at all.
Some days/weeks/months life gets in the way.
Sadly our cats (past and present) have all be experts at Flung Shwing. And decorating with kitty litter.

LL Cool Joe said...

I have a poem.
Snow snow go away
Come again another day
Like next year, or not at all, because I have work to do
and can't get out to do it.

How's that. Ha.

Sandi said...

Ha ha! ;)

Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe said...

I love the flung shwing picture. There have been scenes like that in my home also.

Marie Smith said...

Lol. You brought a smile this morning, Jenny. I needed it!

Martha said...

I think it's impressive that you do any of the poetry posts. I think I'd manage about one, maybe two, before calling it quits :)

only slightly confused said...

Those kitties have created a 'special memory' of their very own. Better luck next week with your poem.

Chickens Consigliere said...

You are always worth visiting, Jenny:-) I'm not sure I could choose just one happy family memory. That's a tough assignment!

Steve Reed said...

Having lived with cats, I've experienced that kind of feline "redecorating." (Though maybe not quite that severe.)

Anonymous said...

Hello Jenny, I too had problems this week as I couldn't choose just one happy family memory from the many there have been.

However, I remembered a poem I wrote for my daughter, Lauren, so thought I would include this. Lauren was born just three days before our 15th Wedding Anniversary. Better late than never!


I didn't believe in Angels,
Guardians or any other.
But what explanation could there be,
When I became a mother.

The Angels chose you perfectly,
With your sweet angelic face.
And you felt oh, so right,
Within my warm embrace.

You are our precious daughter,
Dr Dawson was quite right.
Once we got you sorted out,
Confusing the day with the night.

We soldiered on quite happily,
In our own caring way.
Hugely wanted and greatly loved,
From birth to present day.

So, my darling daughter,
This poem is just to say.
That despite our many differences,
I wouldn't have you any other way.

A bit mushy, but what's a bit of ott sentiment when it comes to children? I hope next week's is easier.

Have a good week.
Joan (Devon)

jenny_o said...

It came to moderation, and I was tied up all yesterday so didn't get to it! It's there now, and thank you for leaving it.

Hah - I bet your husband didn't root around in the flower pots, though :)

jenny_o said...

Does Lola know that rule? hee hee

jenny_o said...

I don't like committing to something and then not doing it, but . . .

Kitty litter everywhere - I hear you. Cats just can't stand to see a clean floor.

jenny_o said...

You folks got hammered over there! I'd say that's a completely appropriate reaction :)

jenny_o said...

I think I'm going to call it "flung schwing" ALL the time now :)

jenny_o said...

Amazing how they can make so much mess, isn't it? :)

jenny_o said...

Glad to help! I needed it too, to be honest. I don't know why I feel so grim the last little while but funny pictures definitely help :)

jenny_o said...

Oh, I've thought about quitting quite a few times :) Overall, I enjoy it, but it's really made me work my brain at times.

jenny_o said...

I have more time open this week so that will help! "special memory" haha

jenny_o said...

I didn't have enough time to find "an angle" to the topic. Hopefully next week will be better. And thank you for your kind words.

jenny_o said...

I do believe Olga has done similar work for you, hasn't she??

jenny_o said...

Oh, I do love this, Joan! Your last verse says it all, doesn't it? Thank you so much for sharing this one :)

jenny_o said...

The topic for next week is "a Christmas (or holiday) memory" - Diane posts them on her blog each Monday underneath her poem, in case you were wondering!

Anonymous said...

Thank you Jenny, yes I did see it. Should be interesting.

Joan (Devon)

Diane Stringam Tolley said...

I love this, Joan! You definitely win the Best Family Memory medal!

Diane Stringam Tolley said...

I copped out, too, Jenny! Couldn't decide on just one!

dinthebeast said...

The cat hasn't re-arranged anything lately, but he keeps scratching little holes in the furniture, and there was that time when he knocked the dish drainer into the sink and broke some stuff...

-Doug in Oakland

jenny_o said...

And you linked to all of your posts - a big job! Your family memories are plentiful :)

jenny_o said...

He sounds relatively tame compared to some cats :)

Yorkshire Pudding said...


We waited by the clearing
In the shadows of the trees
Listening to the shallowness
Of our breathing
Waiting for the deer to come
Then in the half light
Between day and night
We saw them arrive
Already drinking from the stream.
We licked our lips
And waited for Father's first move
And then we surged
In for the kill
They ran
But together
We brought the tailender down
Showing no mercy
And feasted on her meat
Howling at the moon.

jenny_o said...

Fascinating and unexpected take on the prompt today, Mr. Pudding Man. I'm not a fan of Nature's cruelties, but I know that everyone has to eat, and in that context I appreciate what you did with this.

Diane Henders said...

Yep, that photo brings back memories... and chuckles. Have a good week! :-)

Anonymous said...

A family memory and probably a happy one if your stomach is rumbling, but methinks you've been watching too many Walking Dead.

Joan (Devon)

Yorkshire Pudding said...

I don't know why Jenny - but every time you shout out a "Poetry Monday" challenge I look for an unexpected "angle" on it. I hope you don't mind too much. Contrariness is in my nature I'm afraid.

jenny_o said...

O really? I hadn't noticed! ha ha

It keeps things interesting, and I don't mind a bit.

jenny_o said...

The chuckles come easier the further away the memories are, I would think . . . :)

Diane Henders said...

True; very true.

baili said...

I can imagine the load of work upon your delicate shoulders dear jenny!

as Christmas is near and weather is little disturbing ,blood in head circulates slow in these times of the year so i am sure next monday the you will come up with wonderful ideas!
we all have these glorious happy family memories which keep warming up our soul to stay connected to :real us "

hope you are perfectly fine and pain free now my friend!
and hope your christmas preparations are going great !

stay blessed dear Jenny!

jenny_o said...

Thank you, baili - I will be over to read your latest post when I have enough time to do it justice. My mom is having health problems again so time is short. Be well, my friend.