Grateful and Pleased


Grateful and Pleased

I have lived a good life
been loved by many
have 2 great children
and 4 grandchildren.

I have you, a song in my heart
and more than plenty.
There is nothing that I need and for that
I am eternally grateful, so pleased.

(c) Janet P. Caldwell

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For the Lady who ironed my Shirt

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For the Lady who Ironed my Shirt

You sat quietly on your appointed throne
fussing over your guests
to make all of us feel at home.

Little did you know
what a treat this was for me
as I do my own ironing
washing and cleaning.

I was treated as a Queen
from beginning to end.

When I think of you
it brings a tear to my eye
my sister, my friend.

As I approached you
crumpled shirt in hand
the ironing board seemed
to appear out of nowhere.

You arose as if to set my worries free
I smiled, extended my hand
and your soft eyes gazed at me.

We had a language barrier
but not for long . . .
who could not read
the needs between sisters
and the task set before you
was immediately understood.

Within minutes, there was a gentle
rap on my door. Your smiling face appeared
with my crease-less shirt
on a hangar, dangling from your arm.

I thank you and thanked you
and in your own way
you said that none was needed
it was your pleasure to help me
to begin fresh, to start my day.

Again, When I think of you
it brings a tear to my eye
my sister, my friend.
I love you and your giving ways.

(c) Janet P. Caldwell

Authors Note: While attending the International Poetry Festival in Rahovek, Kosovo, I had the good fortune to stay at Esra Palace and the staff could not have been more courteous.  This day a beautiful sister not only ironed my shirt but when I was looking for the hair dryer, she misunderstood and offered her own comb to me, later to find the dryer in my own room. The day before we left, she washed, dried and ironed all of our clothes. It was all we could do to give her a tip.  I cried at her selflessness.

I hope to see her again one day and wash her clothes. The waiters were just as gracious and on point. They would not even allow me to carry a coke or ashtray to my table on the veranda over-looking the beautiful vineyards of Rahovek, Kosovo. We almost had to throw money at them and run for their tip, which they more than earned. I highly recommend Esra Palace as home away from home.

Eden, Where Have You Gone?

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Eden, Where Have You Gone?

In this world of change

we are constantly

testing the waters

of what is and isn’t

politically correct.

You can not say this

you must not say that

or you will be labeled





a plethora of things

all propelling hate crimes.

I long for the day

when we are all simply kind

loving, accepting, caring

of all peoples

and those other words

would never enter our minds.

Eden, where have you gone?

Are you within me, she and he?

I want to return to the garden

of love, where all know

they are divine

without being told

in the Know-ing

loving life and showing

the dream was not a lie.

(c) Janet P. Caldwell

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The minute the fireworks show had begun
I was mesmerized, they reminded me
of shooting stars.
Or what I imagined them to be.

Lying back on an old soft quilt
all carefully stitched by the gentlest hands
the one that grandmother made for me.

I watched as the colors exploded
into the sky above. I saw them all
red, pink, yellow, blue and green.
Some were even shooting through the trees.

Some were shaped like spiny flowers
others like my psychedelic posters
of an earlier age
and the drugs that went with them
in the crazy daze of the seventies.

At one point, someone set off
a bottle rocket that zoomed passed my face.
Freaked me out a bit
but I calmed down
and refused to let it bother me.

Summer fun is memorable
and the heat lets you know
that you’re alive.
With temples pounding
eating ice, skinny dipping
and wide awake tonight.

(c) Janet P. Caldwell

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Hot Fun in the Summertime


Hot Fun in the Summertime

Hot fun in the summertime
those song lyrics
or should I say, the first line
keeps running through my mind.

The days of youth and fancy are gone
replaced by a wrinkled, smiling face
and thanking the heavens
for responsibilities, ever so long.

But hey, it is never too late
to stretch myself again.
Being silly and giggling
for no apparent reason
is my favorite thing, ya know.

Joyously expressing mirth
and to have some good, clean fun
in the season of the sun.

I intend to capture a bit of this
by letting my hair down
no makeup or frills, my bed
is made from the earth’s solid ground.

We will fly kites today
play made up games
and toss a Frisbee around.

We’ll also dance in the moonlight
and blow rainbow bubbles
watching them float like clouds
before bursting and dripping
without a sound.

This time . . .
with my grandchildren
running all around.
Observing their contagious happy faces
being themselves
between cuddles and snuggles
and our familial love freely shared.

Blankets on the soil
for rest
night-time fire for light
and roasted marshmallows
crackling, singeing black
in an orange glow.

What a show !

Listening to the music
of frogs croaking, crickets chirping
children giggling
picking wild flowers
and greenery
putting them in our hair.
Our own halos, hand-made
so fair.

Telling stories of nature
and listening to the water’s flow
from the serene rivulet below.

I know, this is a time
that we’ll treasure
and worth a few bug bites
to experience the glee
of simple pleasures
in nature’s glorious treasures
with these grand-babies o’mine.

Boop-boop-ba-boop-boop, when i want to . . .
Hot fun in the summertime.

(c) Janet P. Caldwell April 24th, 2015

(Many thanks to Sly & The Family Stone, Sylvester Stewart and Mijac Music)