Precious time

Visiting
Consorting
But mostly just being
With brother and his bride
Working toward a year married
We working on 28
Both remarkable in their making
Time together is
Precious
Limited
Connecting
Reinforcing
Creating new bonds
New loves
New interests
New beginnings
Cape Cod
Precious time
Grateful for
This life

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‪‪Mother Ocean‬

‪part of my core‬

‪Being‬

‪Whenever I’m near‬

‪She restores my‬

‪Being‬

‪Helps reconnect‬

‪Me to‬

‪Seeing‬

‪Hope and‬

‪Possibility‬

The Boy

Séamus came as the third

But only by birth

Baby boy was the word

A new one on Earth

Curly hair and blonde hued

So handsome to see

Perpetual good mood

And just happy to BE

Now about to move on to next steps

His life up to now

Getting ready and prepped

From Mom, Dad, and Caitlyn too

We have the only best wishes for you

Congratulations on this next milestone

We support your endeavors, you’re never

Alone 

Twenty-seven (for us)

The hummingbird hums as it flies by

So too do we on this anniversary

Spring brings renewal and growth

As does this day each year

When we celebrate our vows

Rains come

Strengthening and lenthening

The roots of the trees

So to for the roots of our marriage

There is growing light

As spring moves toward summer

Just as the light gets brighter

When we attend to each other

With reflection and reverence

Just as the bond between water

And new growth cannot be broken

Neither can that which binds us

Renewed love

Honoring all that only we could

Create together

Happy Anniversary

Angela and Christopher – May 21, 2017

Angela and Christopher met in high school, early on
Years ago, safe to say, they didn’t get along
As some would note they didn’t share a lot of like
But to be certain, once 18, they together were psyched
Finally connecting just after graduating
They started that thing, called courting,
more familiarly dating.
Early on in this relationship there was nothing hurtful
Christopher thought Angela should dearly like all things colored purple.
He won things, he bought things, trinkets galore
Purple turned out to be something Angela did abhor.
Little did he know then, Angela hated that colorful shade
“Oh boy,” was likely his comment to himself, “I thought I had it made.”
In reflecting now, Angela notes, “It’s the thought that counts,”
Christopher may have wondered, “Will I get bounced?”
At 21, lo only a few years just passed
Angela and Christopher got married, the ride to the future,
now fully gassed.
The honeymoon, in fact camping, obviously next
Unstaked tent, wind, and rain, no, they weren’t hexed!
Everything, including them was soaked to the core,
yet little could they know the wonderment in store.
While Christopher finished college, music a focus
Angela worked two jobs, there was no hokus pokus.
Magic didn’t make the two as one to move forward,
no, it was plain love and hard work that helped them move toward
the life they’ve created, the business, but family first
creating their dreams without hunger or thirst.
Three beautiful, charming, bright daughters they did create
with the Lord’s good graces across 9,125 days.
That’s 25 years for those trying to figure,
they raised Emily, Rachel, and Carly with vigor.
Says Angela, we enjoy sports, Red Sox games and MMA
Christopher, from what I’ve heard might remark, “what did she say?”
That is a story for another poem, or….. not
We are nearing the terminus of this poetic plot.
When queried, Angela noted that most importantly
his first friend in the area was a woman, Natalie.
She too was my first long ago connection,
to Christopher and family  with whom we have such deep affection.
Back to Nat, as she’s known and she importantly introduced them
to Apostle Jim and Catherine a spiritual bond was produced then.
This is the story for this family now living here
Our lives all are more fulfilled for them being near.
So let’s finish this up, just say end writing like this
and celebrate 25 great years of Marital Bliss!

Tribute to Dad 050417

Today’s is the day

back in ’83

We lost the man

who made me

There are rarely days

where I don’t see his mark

Life at times without

him has been stark

He never met

the love of my life

Or the children created

with Gail my wife

He was a good man

not perfect but pure

But in me and others

he left great lessons for sure

He supported every young person

he ever encountered

His love and interest in others

was never something that floundered

So remembering him, thirty-four years later

Thomas Matthew Hartigan, none greater.

Storm Warning

When I write and think about the words, storm warning, I always think of ocean going storms. That’s likely because I spent all of my days near the Atlantic until moving to Vermont in the early 90’s

I still marvel at the power and wonderment those words create for me. I don’t experience joy with bad or severe weather but I do marvel of what is possible. I love it when a huge snowstorm is called for where I live. I am almost always very disappointed when a forecasted big snowstorm doesn’t happen. I think that’s because I always loved when it would snow down The Jersey Shore as a kid.

Snow days were the best. First thing in the morning get up, dressed, eat breakfast and get out know king on the neighbors’ doors by 0630’of so. “Wouldnyoy like me to shovel your driveway and walk?”!and the negotiations would begin AND quickly end. To work, making money. Shoveling until about 11 or so. Home for lunch and then out sledding at the Manasquan River Country Clubnor cuz’s neighborhood in Manasquan shores. 

Days like no other. Memories.