Work


As I enjoy these last few weeks in my garden, I am reminded of this poem I wrote in 2013. Much has changed in my life since then, but the way I enjoy my flowers the most at this stage in the season, remains unchanged.

Hope you enjoy the little floral photo shoot I did this morning instead of organizing my house after a few busy weeks here at casa de Stephens!  How can one not ignore chores when there is such beauty to behold right at her fingertips?

I was so excited to see my 4’Oclocks, blooming!  They are the Morning Glory shaped flowers that are blue with the yellow and white throat pictured below.

I started them late, like, in June or later, from seed, and they had a rough beginning, and were almost devoured by caterpillars, suffered drought, extreme heat, and neglect while we were on vacation, but they persevered!  So excited to see these colors together!

Gardenshapers

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Work

Always behind

Never caught up

The more work you get done.

The more work you make up.

Weeding

Planting

Staking

Baking

Picking

Pinching

Seeding

Raking

Where did the time go?

Where was it spent?

Tree leaves are falling

On my cement.

Zinnias are gorgeous.

Morning Glories are glorious

One Glory survived,

Now we’re victorious!

The one that survived

and beat all the odds:

Vine chewing rabbits

Seed eating birds

Sprout stomping dogs

My childrens’ feet

Not one of these were able to defeat.

Could not defeat this defiant Morning Glory

This lovely blue flower

That gives me satisfaction and power.

The power to see

That all this work:

The planting

The waiting

The rejuvenating

The digging

The pinching

The pruning

The trimming

Replanting

Reseeding

Removing

Repeating

That all this work is never done.

That all this work can be quite fun

That all…

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They Have Nice Flushers Here


1392324729713This one is for Ben, my little noticer

at the ripe age of three,

who notices things that seem trivial to you and to me.

Flushers are what gets him of late

Flushers all kinds he thinks are just great!

“They have a nice flusher” he states upon entering

The loo at the grocers without any mentoring

From me or from dad or grandma or gramps

The boy loves his flushers, his flushers are champs.

Upon going to church, the first thing we must do

is drop what we’re doing and go to the loo.

“Hey mom, they have nice flushers here too!”

He says as we enter

Unbeknownst to him that he is the center

of chuckles inside of the mind of a lady

Just on her way out to tell of that baby

who liked the flusher in the church loo

What a funny thing to notice thought she of my B

Why does he like flushers of old and of new?

Beats the heck out of me

Says me the mommy

I do not understand why

These flushers that flush seam so fly

To a little boy at the ripe age of three

Who loves his flushers that flush in every loo that he’s been.

Moms Have Super Powers


I am your mother.

I have super powers,

powers beyond compare.

The power to make you laugh so hard you nearly pee your pants

from  just one twitchy stare.

I can light you up with just one glance,

my smile can make your day.

My hugs,

my squeezes,

they are what pleases

your heart…they melt your fears away.

 

You are my children,

extensions of me.

You have the power

to fill me with glee,

with madness,

with sadness,

with anger,

with joy,

with pride,

with fear,

with happiness,

my boys.

My boys fill me with power.

The power to love,

to live,

to give freely.

To be myself without fear

to feel accepted so deeply.

©Marie Stephens 2014 All rights reserved

 

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A Letter to my Children


 

 

©Marie Stephens 2013 All Rights Reserved.  These are polymer clay keychains I made last winter to pass some time.  The light and the shadows on them was so cool, I had to take a picture.  If I had a little girl, I think I would hang it up in her room:)
©Marie Stephens 2013 All Rights Reserved. These are polymer clay keychains I made last winter to pass some time. The light and the shadows on them was so cool, I had to take a picture. If I had a little girl, I think I would hang it up in her room:)

 

Wish I could remember

all the things you used to say.

Funny things you’d say and do,

every single day.

Each time you’d tell a story,

I’d say I should write that down.

But when the day was over,

Your words escaped somehow.

Life from your perspective

is always fresh and new.

Maybe that’s why you were sent to me,

To provide a different view.

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To Cook or To Sip?


Should probably make some supper.

Instead I’m sipping on a beer.

This oatmeal stout

is without a doubt

providing this mama with roast toasty cheer.

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Unplug


Went out for a walk, 

ran into you.

Wanted to talk,

but you had so much to do.

Staring at your screen,

staring down as you walked.

More important than me was that screen,

so I walked.

I walked alone and I waved so long to you.

You, with more important things to do.

Like texting, or Facebook, or surfing the web,

from your hand held device, or iPhone instead.

Instead of looking up, at the world all around you,

You chose your electronics, your wifi, to surround you.

I’m no better than you, rest assured.

As I point one finger at you,

there is not a first, nor a second, but a third.

A third digit pointing right back at me.

I have counted them, yes, there are three.

That’s three times I can guarantee.

At least three times I have been guilty of the same damn thing.

Ignoring my loved ones as they have tried to connect.

But I had too much to do.

Too many friends to request,

too many pictures to like,

too many thoughts to post, to think of, to write.

And in so doing my best,

to connect with those in my nest,

I failed a simple test.

I forgot what’s most important, what I so need to do.

And that is to remember the importance of you.

You are right here, right next to me now.

You should come first, not some digital device.

Why is it so hard to heed my own advice?

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The Farmer’s Gift to Me


soybeans-web

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beans are beautiful even in the fall.

When the sky is crisp and blue

When the beans have dried inside their shells
to a warm and tannish, hue.
Those beans are lovely, they provide so much,
soft and fuzzy their shells to touch.
I am rambling, this I know, but to these beans, so much I owe.

Gratitude for family who comes together.
Each fall, each October or September.
To watch the harvest is such a treat,
to see my brothers, my whole family.
We come together, we share a day or two,
to watch the beans and tractors brew,
that earthly concoction of chaff and seed.
The dust it drives us all to sneeze.
But with that dust, we all receive another gift..
Those Iowa sunsets, so colorful, from the drift,
of all that dust those combines made,
So many colors in so many shades
of orange, gold, purples and pinks,
Our sky is painted with earthly inks.

Ramblings, by Marie Stephens  Copyright 2013

My Cup Runs Over


My Cup Runs Over, a collaborative work of art created by the children of St. Paul's Lutheran Church Mom's Morning Group.  This piece was donated to a live auction that raised funds for a charity event "Wine to Water".  Funds went towards teaching locals in impoverished countries to maintain wells for a sustainable fresh water supply .
My Cup Runs Over, a collaborative work of art created by the children of St. Paul’s Lutheran Church Mom’s Morning Group. This piece was donated to a live auction that raised funds for a charity event “Wine to Water”. Funds went towards teaching locals in impoverished countries to maintain wells for a sustainable fresh water supply .

My Cup Runs Over

written by Marie Stephens

Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved

Sometimes I feel like I’ll never fit in.

Like no one around me wants me to win.

To win at this life where I have been placed.

To conquer the challenges I have faced.

And then I remember, the Lord God Almighty

Has chosen ME ever so wisely

To be His child,

Entrusted with gifts

Gifts that only I can give.

What are my gifts?

I’m not quite sure yet

So I act like myself,

I try doing my best

At whatever it is to be thrown my way:

Different Things,

Different people,

Different events each day.

I just act like myself.

I do what I can.

I take one step at a time,

Knowing God is my biggest fan.

Sometimes I stumble.

Sometimes I fall.

Sometimes I crumble.

And then I must call.

Call on the Lord

To please pick me up.

When my heart is left empty,

To please fill my cup.

Then my cup runs over.

My cup overflows,

In ways unimagined,

Far greater than I could know.

Work


©Marie Stephens 2014  All rights reserved.
©Marie Stephens 2014 All rights reserved.

Work

Always behind

Never caught up

The more work you get done.

The more work you make up.

Weeding

Planting

Staking

Baking

Picking

Pinching

Seeding

Raking

Where did the time go?

Where was it spent?

Tree leaves are falling

On my cement.

Zinnias are gorgeous.

Morning Glories are glorious

One Glory survived,

Now we’re victorious!

The one that survived

and beat all the odds:

Vine chewing rabbits

Seed eating birds

Sprout stomping dogs

My childrens’ feet

Not one of these were able to defeat.

Could not defeat this defiant Morning Glory

This lovely blue flower

That gives me satisfaction and power.

The power to see

That all this work:

The planting

The waiting

The rejuvenating

The digging

The pinching

The pruning

The trimming

Replanting

Reseeding

Removing

Repeating

That all this work is never done.

That all this work can be quite fun

That all this work makes life more grand

Without it my yard would be quite bland

Without it I would lack for stories

For stories of Morning Glories who fought to survive

The elements, the animals, just to stay alive.

And that, my friends, gives me satisfaction and power

That started with one seed

One fine seed indeed

Who once got to going, grew with great speed!

Now that seed covers great space

Now My morning glory grows all over the place!

Blue flowers everywhere

Blue flowers abound

Up and over my tee pee

My spruce tree

And onto the ground!

And that gives great satisfaction

satisfaction indeed.

Gladly, I’m glad that we never gave up

The work it was worth it

The result filled my cup.