"Grandmother, please!" the child cried."What is wrong with me?I have no friends that I can findOr at least none that I can see
I've given them games, toys, and booksNever have I dropped my smile
When I do, they get this lookAnd leave, can't they stay a while?"
Grandmother sighed, then stood upHeading for shade beneath a treeThe child followed like a pupAnd she sat him on her knee
"There are many things you must know,"Grandmother said thoughtfully"Take this with you while you growFor this I've learned. You see,
I've no use for fair-weather friendsWhen I know the leaves go in the fallThey part with the green, when happiness endsAs they leave, not one stands tall.
Child, find those that stand by your sideAnd with you, sit and cryFor they will know the light that hides
When it's the season's turn to die
They'll find something they haven't seenAs they stay with youThe beauty that hides beneath the greenMany warm, refreshing hues.
Now child, if you cannot findOne, with whom, you confideDon't be sad, but just be kindFor then, you look inside."
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Venturini❤️a day ago in Poets
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