The Poetess

As I have mentioned in a previous post, from time to time, I would like to honor friends that have enriched my life, each one in his or her inimatable way.

Danita is a lovely lady, who as a child grew up in Texas. Today, she is a Mother, Grandmother and a vivacious Realtor in Putnam County, New York...and one of my colleauges and an alumni of the Life-Bio Class under the supervision of Mary Andriola. Danita has been able to over-ride the many trials and tribulations which enter one's life, by remembering that she is still THAT little girl in Texas who was fazed by nothing.

Danita is our Poetess and writes in prose. Her subjects are usually enriched with the splendor of Nature. Here is one of my favorites........

TIME by Danita Mancini

Is it your time or my time
Even though we live
In the same Universe
I can tell you
We look at it QUITE differently
I ALWAYS
Have to be before time
I am that person
Who is waiting for you
Because you are NEVER ON TIME
You say you never have enough time
Time is just the spaces between events
How we use that is what makes the difference
What do you mean you never have time?
Why
Did someone steal it?
Does it mean you waste time
Dream time away
Do you think
There is a third
Dimension your not privy to
Or are you unrealistic on
What you can do with time?
Does it mean you let other people
Tie you to their thoughts
Fleeting your time away
I have always run everywhere
And often wondered how
People can pass snail paced through
Do they daydream more than me?
Have more pleasure than me
Or smell the roses more?
Let me tell you
AT A RUNNING SPRINT
I can smell those roses
And I can observe it all
To this day I bless my Mother who
In her infinite wisdom
Didn't think I ever moved fast enough.

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More of DID YOU KNOW:

A full moon always rises at sunset.

The side of a hammer is called a cheek.

About 33,000,000 Americans do crosswords in newspapers, journals, and paperback books.

Ostriches stick their heads in the sand to look for water.

The forest of the Canadian Lake District is so dense that during Winter snow stays on top of the trees and the forest floor stays bare.

Hope you enjoy..........Elvira