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First Marathon

Posted by MFish Profile 03/24/19 at 10:23PM Share Other See more by MFish

I rememberl a friend of mine say,
"We need to run a marathon, one day".
My reply to him, as I recall
Was not me, not me at all.
We were already doing a short training run,
An experience, I would never call fun.
This was in December of nineteen eighty nine
And our training rules, we'd need to refine.
Running at least eight miles each day
With a long one of fifteen, I would say.
Rest on Sunday, because our set routine.
Our goal was to make our long runs
Every other week to protect our and ankles and feet.
The length of the long run, soon became twenty
And I can say that we did run many.
At last the race day was almost here.
Into the car, we made our long foray
To Vancouver, BC for the run of our year.
The next morning the air held a freeze,
So designer sweats of a Hefty garbage bag,
Over our head, it covered us to our knees
And we could shed it with great ease.
Off all the runners went, at their own pace,
With the coolest of air, blowing in our face.
From the Convention Center to Stanley Park,
The struggles were there, no longer a lark.
We ran with the comfort of our training
Time, now being felt, up to the
Lion Gate Bridge to North Vancouver way
A left and a right, turning to the East.
Then looming ahead, not a favorable sight
Was the East Bridge, with lots of height.
Down the bridge, legs feeling good.
My breathing was not labored, I misunderstood,
When an elderly man, watching, yelled at me,
"Breathe" which I thought I was doing.
My body was laboring, my breathing was hard.
We turned the corner, with the Finish in sight
And we sprinted towards that beautiful sight.
The elation felt when crossing the line,
I will always remember, till the end of my time.

In Bed

Posted by MFish Profile 03/21/19 at 06:46AM Share Other See more by MFish

I lay in bed, in the still of the night,
Knowing not, why I am still awake.
Was it something I ate, prior to bed
Or a worrisome thought stuck in my head.
I rise from our bed, not using a light
And go someplace quiet, so I can write
Of the words, rushing into my brain,
Like the picture of an oncoming train.
My Dad used to tease me, sometimes at night
To wear a stocking cap, on real tight,
So when the wind was really a blow,
My ears, like a kite and off I'd go,
Into the air, like a string less kite.
All teasing aside, I know don't you see
My Father really did love and support me.

A Lonely Tear

Posted by MFish Profile 03/20/19 at 11:28AM Share Other See more by MFish

A lonely tear ran down her cheek,
The news was bad, not one to seek.
Why do those, that know not now,
Would comment on and then disavow,
The strength of one, so very frail
To the news that came by US Mail.
Wonder not about those things so sad
When A. L. S did take her Dad.
He was then, only sixty five.
Yet his mind was so alive.

When We Say

Posted by MFish Profile 03/14/19 at 07:13AM Share Other See more by MFish

(Please understand that I am a religious man but wrote this during a time of frustration)

When we say God is Great
And that God is good,
I may have just misunderstood
Or perhaps, I just can't relate,
How God can allow this state
Of pain and suffering, at this date.
Many will say, " it's just fate".
Spare me please, from all this drivel,
The effect of Dementia, is pure evil.

Weather

Posted by MFish Profile 03/05/19 at 10:27PM Share Other See more by MFish

The forecast for the next several days,
Is for sunshine, cold as it may be.
It's great to see the bulbs fight away
Against all the snow and the chill
Of each of these frosty nights.
There is a special place for me
That will be under the Maple Tree,
Where I await the beauty of
The Bluebells, I planted last Fall.
I see a few small plants, perhaps
Twelve or so; I planted about sixty,
So we will see, what Mother Nature
Provides to me.

When Love

Posted by MFish Profile 03/03/19 at 11:28PM Share Other See more by MFish

When love does bloom
It brightens the room
And radiates up high
To rapture and sigh,
Of all the things
Not requiring rings
Of bells or flame
Or one to blame.
It's not to be,
For there's no certainty
Of our life's desire,
Until we do expire.
I wish I had
When a young lad
Expressed love to another.
For it matters not
What I have begot,
If it's kept away,
From those who say,
It will not be
Until you are free.

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