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My Mind’s Eye

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

Wispy sky of pink and blue,
Makes me only think of you;
Morning sky, in my mind’s eye,
Leads me to this song.

Taking time to think of you,
Wispy sky of pink and blue;
Bright sunrise, in my mind’s eye,
Make my feelings strong.

The beauty of horizons,
The beauty of your eyes;
Are things that make my mind erase a world that’s full of lies.

Taking time to be here now,
Following a mindful vow;
To stop and smell the roses,
That bloom from day to day.

Wispy skies of blue and pink,
Can only help me stop and think;
Those brilliant skies, in my mind’s eye,
Can make me feel this way.

The beauty of horizons, The beauty of your eyes; are things that make my mind erase a world that’s full of lies.

Copyright 2019 MDC

Driving Through The Apple

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

“I see the Empire State Building,”
He said with eyes a-wide.
“We’ll be driving past it,”
I smiled as I replied.

“Can I see it close up, from my side of the van?”
“Just look right out your window Son,
I’m certain that you can.

“Thank you, Dad! This is great, we’ll see Flat Iron, too?”
“No son, that is downtown, but a tunnel we’ll go through. “

“Oh cool. We’ll go through it? Is it by the Guggenheim?”
“No Son, that is uptown, we’ll be through it in no time. “

“You mean the tunnel? Don’t you Dad? That’s what we’re going through?”
“That’s right Son, it’s called Midtown, we’ll hit the Lincoln, too. “

“We learned about the city, Dad,
This year in class, in school.”
“Hey, there’s a yellow taxi,
The city is so cool!”

“That’s Madison Square Garden? How come it’s shape is round?”
“Hey there’s the Chrysler Building, it’s over there uptown.”

“Thanks for taking this road Dad. Seeing this is fun!”
“I’m glad you like it, little man! No problem, Jack my son.”

Copyright 2019 MDC

Seems Like Yesterday

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

It seems like only yesterday,
That I first saw your face;
Laid down to nap, a stocking cap,
A site I still embrace.

It seems like only yesterday,
That I first saw you smile;
Talking to the plant up high,
And pointing all the while.

It seems like only yesterday,
You wandered from the truth;
On April Fools you said that there’s a beetle on my tooth.

As the Dad, I’m very glad,
To see your dreams come true;
And as your Dad, I’m sometimes sad,
Because I’m missing you.

It seems like only yesterday,
We’d stack a pile of blocks;
You’d run fast to knock them down,
In diapers, hat and socks.

It seems like only yesterday,
You saw your first parade;
On Patty’s Day, down Montauk way;
You yelled and cheered and waved.

Like the song, my yesterdays,
Came so suddenly;
The difference is I’m twice the man,
That I used to be.

Because of you and what you do,
I’m better than before;
As my son, you are the one,
Who opened up the door.

A door that leads to happiness,
A door that helps me grow;
You’ve done so much to get me through,
It’s more than you could know.

I hope I’ve done the same for you,
I give you all I have;
It’s too bad there is no book,
On how to be a Dad.

I tried to learn from my mistakes,
I yelled and screamed too much;
Many situations showed,
I didn’t have the touch.

No matter what I said or did,
Please always keep in mind;
I’m sorry if I made you cry,
Or treated you unkind.

So thanks for always being there,
Thank you for your love;
I cherish every thought of you,
And thank the stars above.

The Nanny’s Chore

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

What is racing through your mind,
When you’re acting so unkind;
As you do just what you choose to do.

Treating her with disrespect,
A better person I’d expect;
You’re acting like you haven’t got a clue.

She just spent her only days,
Sharing all her loving ways;
Treating you to many special things.

But in a minute you forget,
And misbehave or get upset;
Even though you’re treated like a king.

Some will say this is the way,
I don’t buy it so I say;
There’s issues here that we can not ignore.

We all know it’s Mommy’s fault,
An open wound that’s rubbed with salt;
She banged ‘em out yet leaves you at the door.

People say, “Oh, but she tries.”
I see things through different eyes;
She dumped her load on family and friends.

She doesn’t care if you are well,
Your life must be a living hell;
She plays the Mommy but it’s all pretend.

There really ought to be a test,
When Mommy’s say they do their best;
Because the “baby-daddy” ain’t around.

They certainly should see the light,
The kids should be their only fight;
They simply need to put the bottle down.

I really, truly have to say,
Despite your age, there is no way;
To let you treat my wife the way you do.

For years I’ve tried to figure out,
What’s bothersome about this route,
But now I see that it’s not me, it’s you.

I’m not talking personally,
Your innocence is plain to see;
You’re playing with the only cards you’ve got.

The baby dad has left his wife,
It has an impact on your life,
It also impacts all of us, a lot.

We are here to procreate,
Our simple life we replicate;
Supposedly Jehovah tells us so.

But here is something he should say,
It’s more than just conception day;
You need to guide them and to watch them grow.

Here’s my fear and it is real,
That in the future you will deal;
A matching set of cards they gave to you.

Then that person does the same,
They too play this harmful game;
And on it goes, the cycle goes askew.

Now we’re right back at the start,
You’re tugging at my loved one’s heart;
I can’t stand by and watch you hurt her though.

So it’s time to walk away,
But she won’t and I must say;
This is the reason that I love her so.

Drinks

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

My wife pointed out something to me recently and now I can’t un-see it. People in the Hamptons, mostly visitors but many locals too, have this fascination of always having to have a beverage of some sort in their hand as they walk around outside. It’s true… it happens here. Does it happen everywhere?There are very few people walking about without one arm bent at the elbow, forearm forward and their hand – in the horizontal C -holding a cup of something hot or cold.

It used to be that if you had a beverage you couldn’t enter a shop but now it’s not given a second thought. (It happens with dog owners too but that’s a different story) So in they walk, with their drink leading the way, about to look through $500 Ulla Johnson clothing. They handle the clothes with one hand, sipping their coffee or smoothie with the other while their kids run around the store like it’s Chucky Cheese. It must be the Nanny’s day off.

We can’t blame them really. Most were brought up with a silver spoon in their mouth prior to their first beverage PLUS they really aren’t used to actually looking after their own kids. Poor things.

I understand the importance of staying hydrated but this is different. Even the kids do it. When I was a child, you played all day outside with nothing besides someone’s hose. I can still feel the cold water running down my hand as I held the hose straight up so it would form a fountain of water. I survived somehow.

They will, however, ask for a paper straw because the others are bad for the environment. They then take the paper straw, push it through the plastic lid, into the man-made ice held by a plastic cup and feel good that they are doing the right thing for the eco-system.

But this increased hydration has led to the obvious side effect…. increased elimination. First, the elimination of the drink container by-product then the elimination of the drink by-product. So the waste baskets and cesspools are full but thank god for the paper straw used for the somehow ever present drink.

#Thoughts