What Color are their glasses!

Sometimes I want to ask people what color are their glasses…
By that I mean, it seems that sometimes we choose to paint the world as we see it,
Not as it is,
Rose colored glasses people tend to want to paint everything rosy,
Can not and will not deal with anything that doesn’t look pretty…
Navy blue colored glasses people tend to want to paint everything dark blue,
Can not accept or deal with the fact that things aren’t all gloom and doom and that every
Thing isn’t out to get them…
Maybe that is why my glasses are untinted…and make my vision 20/20,
Because I want to see clearly,
Praying all the while that I will be able to see roses,
And the blues, in all their colorful beauty...
Because that to me is called living,
Upping and Downing,
Toing and Froing,
Living and Learning...

I am unsure if I would be able to appreciate the smell of fresh roses,
If I hadn’t managed to live through the manure that nurtured them,
I guess my highs feel so high,
Because I bounced back from some low, lows,
But that is just me, running round in clear glasses,
With a half full glass in my hand…

Blessings!
angelia

Who's Responsible?

I remember when I was growing up, everyone was responsible for me,
Everyone….
My mom gave birth to me and raised me,
She taught me how to stand up for what I believed in,
To earn my own way,
And to love fiercely…
There were so many people who had input and shaped me,
My grandmother taught me patience, service and kindness,
She thought everyone deserved a chance and she fed more people than any soup kitchen,
And made us serve...
My Aunt Elouise taught me practical things,
No-nonsense lessons about how to handle my business,
To have as little debt as possible and to save,
My godmother taught me to embrace my inner self,
The good, the bad, and the real,
My cousins taught me to read by age four,
They were four years older and sat me in a chair,
With a pencil, a pad and a book,
My first grade teacher taught me humility,
After reading the whole book,
She popped me for telling people,
Telling me it was a good thing,
But showing off was not cool,
My second grade teacher taught me,
To stand up and handle myself publicly,
She made me perform in every play my elementary school ever had,
And the list goes on…and on and on…
And that is why today as I wait for,
Amira to be born, my first GrandChild!
The one thing I know she has is a village, a battalion of people who have her best interests at heart,
Mom and dad who love her,
Paternal grandparents, married over thirty years,
Maternal grandparents married almost twenty-five,
Paternal grandparents married over sixty years,
And a host of uncles,
Cousins,
Great aunts and uncles,
And some great, greats…
Who are waiting to be responsible for her,
With love…

BLESSINGS!
Angelia
AMIRA JAMEELA MENCHAN – February 24, 2009
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