Posts Tagged ‘best friends’

I wrote this poem for my sister several years ago. Her birthday is only 31 min away as I begin to write this post and I wanted to share it with her, and with you, my reader. I hope it brings a smile to you and I hope that if you have a sibling you don’t get to see as much as you like, that you might think of them and whisper a little prayer. The charm of this poem lies in the fact that my sister and I are the same age for 10 days! So my sister, Lynne, takes every advantage possible, even 500 miles apart, even while flying over Baghdad, even while saving and caring for all of her lovely creatures, great and small, to make sure that I know I am older than she! But, in truth, we are the same age for 10 days. And to that bit I hold onto dearly. It is a much lesser time for me to cherish than her with having 355 days to flaunt her youth!

Welcome to the forties

April babies must be the most unique, creative, and loving people ever! Happy Birthday Lynne! I love you so much!

Oh! All of the stories

For the next ten days you see

You are just as old as me

That fact you cannot deny

Nor tell the slightest little lie

For when all is said and done

I will then turn forty-one.

So do not fear

My sweet sister dear

You will again be younger than I

And you may hear me gently sigh

My! How each new year does quietly pass

Much too quick and much too fast.

Welcome to the fourth decade of our lives.

Be happy! We’re still young enough to dance and jive.

(You don’t always have to make me go first.)

I say we go celebrate and buy a new purse!

Kimberley Formosa © 2011


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The only joy


in wiping away your


tear shed

is in the


that you will


shed another.

Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you. For you, O lord, have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living. Psalm 116:7-9 Thompson Chain-Reference Bible NIV

I love you forever Gram. ~Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Beginning in the dark

With only a clue to guide

One piece at a time

One letter at a time

As in jigsaw

Or crossword

Or word search

Or sudoku

Or life


What happens if

You don’t have a


to look at?

You don’t have a


to search with?

You don’t have a

word bank

to choose from?

You can’t add?

What happens if

the last piece of

your puzzle

is                                  lost?

Got eaten by the


Or the


Or found its’ way to the

seamless depths

of the couch?

Your pencil broke?

What happens then?

Are you lost?

Do you quit?

Do you throw everything on the                     floor?

Do you get angry?

Or cry?

Or laugh?

Call your best friend?

Eat chocolate?

Or ice cream?

Do you


someone else?

Or take the

heat yourself?

Does a part of you die?

Like salt on a slug.

Vinegar is not an alkali.

I don’t quit.

I won’t quit.

I can’t quit.


myself, and I,

We three will always try…

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Bred for income




or even a fair amount of


A mill of puppies.

Whose hands are stained with greed?

How many times have others been alarmed

and asked with uneasiness

“Where did you get him from?”

“He was rescued from a puppy mill.”

And once a solemn  and grave response…

“Oh, so they were going to throw him away.”

But here you are…

Tullamore Dew


from the arms of animal


They compromised your


love and


Then they

planned on simply

discarding you



Tullamore Dew

are not perfect.

Well, I would like to take the opportunity

where my


pours its’ ink

upon these pages to

tell the world

Just how lovely your

brown eyes are

I am so taken aback by the

waves of fur

on your

floppy ears


paintbrush tail

is either

timidly wagging

between your legs

or quite

joyously beating

upon anything or


that has captured your

lavish attention

The kisses given and received

I wouldn’t trade for anything

You have done a

just and noble act

in stealing my



devout observance

of all the sounds and sights

of your new world lends itself to the


cocks and turns of your


My lap will never see another

cold day

with you around

Those mills

“ruined you”

and would have

eliminated you

for your many


But Tully

You have been rescued.

You are loved.

Livie Lady Photography


When you hobble over to me

I smile and pick you up

I hug you and

love you

And you

love me

right back.

I think


that maybe

You rescued me.

If you would like to read more about the tragedy of puppy mills, I would like to suggest “Saving Gracie” by Carol Bradley~how one dog escaped the shadowy world of American puppy mills.                                               http://carolbradley.com/

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Today, was a very physically draining day for me and for no other reason than simply because I woke up. I was able to tolerate the pain. It was the fatigue that took hold of me and wouldn’t let go. It made me feel sad. It is on days like this that I feel that I am being robbed of who I am. The integrity of me and my life seems to be put on the butcher block and some days, I just can’t fight it.  It seems that pain and fatigue get too many chances to dictate my life, and it is very disheartening.
A dear friend of mine wrote me the following beautiful note today. I changed the arrangement of the words to cause a poem to come forth. I thought there are probably many others that would love to read these encouraging words and then realize that you also, are not alone, and that you are indeed loved.

I am sorry to hear

you are not feeling well


I have had an off week

"Ivy: Friendship"

"I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new," ~Ralph Waldo Emerson


It truly is depressing to not have

vibrant health

at our age.

I feel for you and know what

you are going through.

It is amazing that we remain as

positive as we do

dealing with chronic


You are always

at the top

of my prayers

when I pray.


I swear,

even my prayer life is

being affected

by my fatigue.

You are beautiful

inside and out and

I wish your physical pain

would just go away

so you can get on

with all the wonderful things

you are achieving.

Don’t get down or



in spite of your illness,

God uses you in

wonderful ways

to spread beauty

in this world.

Hope we can get together soon.

Love and Miss you,


Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Not too long ago, I heard on the radio a fact that I had never heard before. John Tesh said that dogs do not understand the idea of time. Dogs do not live in the realm of time. They do not know the difference between 5 seconds, 5 minutes, or even 5 hours. That is why dogs are so happy when you come back home.

That made so much sense to me. I thought of the many ways my dogs show their love when I come home. Sometimes Sam is just watching out the living room window until I lock the truck and begin walking up the stairs. Then he runs wholeheartedly to the front door and pretends that he was not on the couch while he was looking out the window. He will wiggle and cry and sometimes sing his lovely dog tune. Sam is teaching Tully to wiggle. But Tully barks really LOUD instead of singing. Hopefully, he will learn to sing like Sam.

Tully and Sam, respectively.

What a beautiful greeting to come home too. After I put my bags down, I settle into my recliner and the puppy gets on my lap and Sam lies on his back. The puppy gets pet and Sam gets a belly rub. At that moment, there can be nothing wrong with the world. There is such content and peace and joy and love, that it must be time for dinner!

I was thinking about this bit of truth the following day when I remembered that God does not exist in time. He just is. He always is. That is it. Very simply, God is, period. Revelations 22:13 says “I am the Alpha and the Omega, [the] Beginning and [the] End, the First and the Last.” 1

God always was and always will be God. I have understood that for a very long time. But then I realized just how much God must be thrilled when I offer him my thoughts, my prayers, and my devotion. How delighted He must be when I express my love and gratitude to Him.

God must be overjoyed every time I come to Him, whether it is 5 minutes from the last time I spent with Him, or 5 hours, or even 5 years. He loves me and He loves you. That is the plain and beautiful truth. You are treasured.

So, the next time your dog goes absolutely crazy with love and excitement over you, take a moment to give thanks to your God, for loving you so much he wanted to show you that in ways of singing, barking, slobber, and shedding fur all over you and your home. If you don’t have a dog, come and visit me and you will soon understand the kind of love I am talking about.  Once again, You are forever cherished.

In those moments that you offer

Love and Gratitude to your God

As your heart seeks after Him

To please Him

with the love from your heart

the actions of your hands

the words of your mouth

your thoughts and your intentions


Every day you will see His beauty

Every moment you will discover His love

You will experience His power

Every day

He will unveil a part of Him

To you

Fall in love with the beauty and majesty of your God every day.

  1. Blue Letter Bible. “Dictionary and Word Search for ‘i am’ in the NKJV”. Blue Letter Bible. 1996-2010. 4 Mar 2010. < http:// www.blueletterbible.org/search/translationResults.cfm?
    Criteria=i+am&t=NKJV&cscs=Rev >

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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