By Virginia Riedman-Dangler
“You can find something truly
important in an ordinary minute.”Mitch Albom
It seemed like an ordinary day, and yet an array of things brought me unexpected joy as if watching a child with a new toy. There was laundry to sort, and cloths to fold, dishes to clean while deciding where to plant the marigolds in between the magnolias, and then to the store to buy milk and bread or was it a head of lettuce? I can’t remember because it was just an ordinary day- with mail to read, and then calls to make, leaves to rake and for God’s sake can’t forget to take the garbage to the curb. There was dinner to prepare, evening news to watch, and an invigorating walk around the block. Yet, amidst this day of seemingly dull events I was wrapped in warm content with welcomed, inspiring realizations Like may-be, just maybe the sacred is found in the ordinary. And so maybe, just maybe this was not that ordinary of a day after all.
Until Next Year
From north to south, it is always the sound of what is to come this time of year. Can you see the shape created by their energy, and loyalty to each other? See, they are protective of their place in the sky. Every year with predictability, the geese welcome a new season along with their cries of good-bye to the old- Until next year.
Home on Post Avenue
In memory of my grandmother Helen (Dixon) Riedman (1893-1964)
Gone is the joy that once filled my rooms like twinkling stars in the night sky. How I smiled as tiny feet raced up my stairs, stairs dressed in oriental designs, hearing the music of a piano with lyrics of dreams and hopes, and listening to the giggling glee of young children. Children, full of wonder at the bright red wind up toy they eagerly raced for, nestled in the end table drawer, the table dressed with a delicate doily. Children full of trust as they climbed upon laps and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Yet time has taken them, but the memories still remain with the woman, and the doilies that once adorned my rooms are now with her. And their scent carrying a legacy of warmth and kindness to be shared when her doors open, and welcome tiny feet.
I walked down to the small lake. I was told there were lounge chairs, and hammocks to relax in. I walked over to what I thought was the perfect, positioned hammock facing the water under the summer sun, only to be disappointed to see an art pad. This hammock was taken. The only hammock available for me was one that was dingy, but doable. As I lay down and gazed up I realized I was lying under a bounty of beauty. I was gazing into a world of green leaves- some still, others dancing in the breeze. Bits of blue sky peeking through outstretched branches, and the shimmering sun crowning the top. Resting in my awe I watched as a bird, ever so gently, flew to its nest to rest where two branches met.
Virginia Riedman-Dangler is a retired elementary school teacher and counselor. She has been writing poetry for awhile now, having taken a variety of poetry writing workshops over the years. Currently Riedman-Dangler is in the process of creating her first chap book Seasons of the Heart.
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I loved all of these poems but the ordinary one was extraordinary.