Zat’s All, Folks!

The end is here

It has to be

We finish with

the letter Z

It’s never first

It’s always last

It’s cache of words

is not so vast

Still, Z is a love of mine

Our son hears it all the time

I’m so glad that Z is free

For, his name is Zachary

Zach at 6 months

Zach today with his lovely bride

Thanks to everyone who popped into the ballpark this month.  Writers need readers; otherwise we’d just be sitting at the computer getting wider saddlebags for nothing. Of all the blogs in blogswarts, you paused to visit this one. And I’m grateful.  I pray it was worth your time.  Join me in the dugout anytime!

L is for Limerick

Halfway through the April A-Z challenge.  Time for a LIMERICK! 

The A-to-Z is a work out

Letters are what it’s about

I think and opine,

and then drink some wine

The finish is sometimes in doubt 

“I’ll finish!” I cry every day

It’s midnight when I hit the hay
The writing, the reading

                                    A frenzy it’s feeding 
                                    I so look forward to May.

LIMERICK

Halfway through the April A-Z challenge.  Time for a limerick. 

The A-to-Z is a work out

Letters are what it’s about

I think and opine,

and then drink some wine

The finish is sometimes in doubt

“I’ll finish!” I cry every day

It’s midnight when I hit the hay

The writing, the reading

A frenzy it’s feeding

I so look forward to May.

92 Years and Counting

A special birthday for Jane!

Whose PJs are fancy, not plain

She’s now ninety-two

She once had the flu

Her favorite bread is whole grain

Jane and OT therapist at the Cake Walk

Jane is busy these days

She walks and reads and prays

She sorts and she files

To clear out the piles

Her sweet suite is quite the maze

Jane loves her big, new pillow

It’s wedgy; its incline is shallow

It keeps her back straight

Which straightens her gait

This helps with her stops and her go.

Janey still loves to write

She prefers that to flying a kite

She loves Chinese food

No matter the mood

But chocolate?  Oh, just a bite.

At ninety-two, Jane’s learned a lot

Some things are better forgot

Still, she feels blessed

with all of the rest

She’s grateful for all that God’s taught.

The End.  

Love you, Mom

Y is for Yanni…and yacht…and Yuengling

Yanni the yak has a blog

with Yasmin, her friend (who’s a frog)

They write on a yacht

Drink Yuenglings when hot
They yawn and nap when there’s fog. 

  

This post was brought to you by the letter Y and the number 25.

The party’s almost over….

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! (a limerick)

A day to celebrate Dad!

88 years he’s had

His heart is so BIG

I’m dancing a jig

His light in my life makes me GLAD

Dad was a “Hop on Pop” Pop

He’d play with us ‘til we’d drop

He’d chase us to bed,

sweet dreams in our head

The fun was mostly non-stop

Our family.  I’m the small, cute one.

Music is one of Dad’s loves

It’s one of his gifts from above

Piano and singing,

Christmas bells ringing

They warm his heart like a glove

Dad and the one-eyed cat, Oscar.

Dad served the Navy with pride

Interesting….so did his bride

They’ve had a great life

Sixty years – little strife 

He’s very blessed, he’ll confide

His grand kids – there are eleven

Two great grand kids – it’s heaven

One is near three

The other – it’s wee

Still in the womb.  Anne…or Kevin?  

Dad has a sweet tooth, for sure

To date, we’ve not found a cure

Brownies and pies,

They light up his eyes

 He always wants more, not fewer

A blessed day to you, Pops!

As fathers go, you’re the TOPS

I’ll love you so much

I’ll take to lunch

Stay out of trouble – no cops.

The End. 

Happy Birthday Mary! (a limerick)

My brother’s wife is named Mary

She’s never, ever contrary (!)

Her birthday’s today

Whoo-hoo! Time to play

Eat M&Ms and be merry!

Mary has four little lambs

They all enjoy crab meat – not clams

Her kids are now grown

From her coop, they’ve flown

(One of them is quite a ham)

 

Mary has great nursing skills

She listens to all of your ills

She comforts and prays,

gives God all the praise

In spite of life’s many hills

Mare likes the beach in the summer

Too much rain is a bummer

She’ll shop ‘til she’s pooped,

doesn’t like to be cooped

For fun, she might drive a hummer

Mary’s heart is pure gold

It’s helpful and playful – not old

Her shoulders are screwy

She just says, “Oh, phooey”

For her, nothing’s on hold

Mare loves a Coke and a movie

That’s a hard word to rhyme,

Sooo…ka-doovy

Blessings to you, Mare!

Sleep in, paint your hair

Love from the Ballpark – you’re groovy!

The End.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE! (a limerick)

It’s birthday time for Joe!
who usually goes with the flow
He’s laid back and kind
…a reflective mind
He’s very happy to mow

Joe has a wife and four boys

For years, his house was all noise…
…the boys are now grown
Joe’s house is his own
He now enjoys his own toys…

…iphone and BIG screen TV
If not for work, he’d be FREE
to watch all the games
(he knows all the names)
Oh, how happy he’d be!

The O’s, the Terps, and the Skins
They are his beloved friends
Rejoicing is he
when there’s VICTOREEE!
It’s crushing when there are no wins  😦

Joe loves the beach in the summer
His siblings come, but no plumber
They laugh and they eat,
they put up their feet
Returning to work is a bummer

Joe was third out of eight  
(None of them are named Kate)
He wants to be “gramps”
to the point of heart cramps
To him, the grand kids are LATE

Joseph, have a great day!
A parade might be on its way
Get a smooch and a snooze…
…maybe some booze
“Love from the Ballpark,” we say!

The End

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHIL! (a limerick)

Happy birthday to Phillip!

who lost his favorite pug pup      

He weathers life’s pace

with unflagging grace,

always half FULL is the cup

Phil loves God above all

He helps the tall and the small

He lives the Good News,

(even wearing clown shoes)

He’ll help you up, if you fall

Family is clearly his heart

Mary, and three sons, to start

Rae, Jay, and Hannah

Round out the clan-a

with Maddy, the granddaughter part

Phil is a fixer and doer   

handy with old, and the newer

He builds and he paints

works hard, never faints

For things to do?  He’d like fewer

Phil works close with the Navy
in still water, or wavy
His engineer mind
(the arc-second kind)
is, to his colleagues, good gravy

Phil is an awesome brother 
I’m glad we have the same mother
He listens and loves
treats all with kid gloves
For a BIG laugh, there’s no other 

THE END.  

Love you, Phil!  Happy Day!