Sunday, July 29, 2012

Announcement


Ten years ago, when a congregation member announced she just became a grandmother and another announced she was about to be one, I generated laugh by raising my hand to announce that I hoped to become a grandmother one day.

The former pastor retired from our church and I did not see him for a long time. When he decided to retire for good, he came back to attend our church. It was like old times when I saw him at the pulpit, substituting for our current pastor. I could not resist but raising my hand to announce “It has not happened yet.” He laughed and later told me, yes, he remembered and knew what I was referring to. It was about a year ago.

It was this morning when I had a chance to make a third announcement. Our former pastor was not preaching this time, but I raised my hand to announce “It finally has happened.” I preceded the announcement with a statement that it was related to the previous two announcements I’ve made while the former pastor was preaching and I was glad to see him and his wife in the congregation. I followed it up with a clarification for our current pastor and other members who were not there for the first two announcements.

People tell me it will be a wonderful experience – those who had the experience. I am full of anticipation. I will ease into the grandmother title and will allow the wonder of it all to envelop me and carry me to a brand new world.

July 29, 2012

Friday, July 20, 2012

Poem for Claire who moved to San Diego

Claire The Goddess of Defense

Claire, my friend, my sweeper
The goddess of Classics’ defense members
You’re a mighty force on the field
Woe to those who underestimate your power

Time has come for you to leave us
For greener pastures afar
Sadly we come to say goodbye
Who’s to fill the role you’d played?

We’ve bonded on the soccer fields
Over the meals we’ve shared
Over the walks we’ve taken
Over the birthdays we’ve celebrated

Memories and poems and pictures
We send them your way
To keep you warm and fuzzy
When melancholy doth affect you

As you sit on a beach chair
Sipping a cold lemonade
Under the San Diego sun
And watch your grandkids play

We will be thinking of you
As we scramble on the fields
Feeling lost without your mighty foot
Sweeping stray balls away

Post FWSA life we wish you
A future with great promises
As you roam the golden state
We wish you the best of time

May 17 2011

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Wedding Poem for Liên and Bill


       “Not until now that eyes can see,
What I’ve always known to be your destiny.”
                                            Nguyn Du


Wishing you two infinite happiness,
I feel in my heart a joy that’s measureless.
How I’ve waited nine years to see,
Your plan’s so good Heaven doth smile.

 Wedding Poem                                                              
for my lovely grand-daughter and her husband                                                              
Grandmother Kim-Tước                                                              
March 17, 2011                                                              


~~~****~~~ 


Translated from:

"Đến bây gi mi thy đây,     
        Mà lòng đã chc nhng ngày mt hai."     
                    
          Nguyn Du    

Chúc hai cháu tràn đy hnh-phúc,
M
ng vui này biết l
y chi cân?
C
nh này hn t chín năm,   
         Mi hay người quyết, Tri xanh cũng chiu.

                                                               





 

Bài thơ                                                       
Mng đám cưới ca hai cháu thân yêu                                                      
Bà ngoi Kim-Tước                                                      
Ngày 17 tháng 3 năm 2011                                                      
                                                    
       

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Waynesboro







Tears ran down my cheeks the first night we left him there,
Second night we were on campus and couldn’t find him anywhere,
Then we saw him in uniforms – he was spared the crew cut – for now.
He called two times before the first weekend was over,
He called three times the first Sunday – ever.
My boy must be homesick,
Telling me he liked school, especially math,
He got to go at his own pace.
The vending machines kept him spending,
He wanted to call his friends, too
I said it would be on your dimes, son
He wanted to call his sisters, then
Why don’t you set up your own phone, then we’ll talk again.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

My Son


On the way home from my son’s soccer practice, I reached over and touched his head. He had been silent on the rides to and from soccer. He gave me the “What?” look. I said, “I love you.” Not ready to say “I love you, too” as he usually does, he said, “Keep your eyes on the road.” I kept my eyes on the road, smiled inside, and thought oh God, how cute he is. Later I shared with my husband my thoughts: “And I thought only five- or six-year-old boys are cute.”  

November 16 2007 
(He was less than two months away from being seventeen and I was still his chauffeur.)