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[sid] => 28244
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => STAYING IN THE LINES
[time] => 2003-11-29 20:19:01
[hometext] => Do you let other people control your actions, even your thoughts? Do you have a mind of your own? Or do you live in a box?
[bodytext] =>  My first day of kindergarten, I was so excited I lost my breakfast all over my Mom's kitchen floor. Afterwards, I could hardly wait to get through our front door. I ran the four blocks as fast as the legs of a 5 year old will go. My brother had told me about the kids, I couldn't get there soon enough to say "Hello." My teacher's name was Miss March. All dressed up in her Kremlin and starch. She was the most beautiful lady, I loved her, with all my heart, from the very first start! I'm pretty sure she liked me too, for when a play was performed, I was always chosen to be the lead part! "Today, children," she replied. "We are going to color inside. Get your crayons now, and your paper also. Everyone be careful, "Stay in the lines as you go." I asked, "Why?" "Well, Connie Sue I really don't know. I guess it's because it will look neat." Then I asked, "Will we be in trouble if we can't do this feat!" "Why no, not at all, Connie Sue, you don't have to stay in the lines unless you want to." A 5 year old child hears everything....and I heard, "Not unless you want to!!" That did it for me, I had Miss March's permission to draw and color whatever I wanted to, Yahoooooooo!" I put pretty flowers all over the lines...... and bordered the page in lacey fines. I used all different colors intermixed. When I was finished I thought it was well-fixed. Miss March said, "Oh how creative!" My mother said, "You're defiant, you did it on purpose....didn't you? You didn't want to stay in the lines, did you? Instructions go in one ear and out the other just like a sieve!" I liked Miss March's version much better, and have lived my life by it here after! The kids on the school ground poked fun, I thought, "What have I done?" Then when I was 10....they did it all over again! We were suppose to read a book and then give a "Book Report." I wrote a poem about a little wolf in Alaska, I thought it was so fun to stand up there, and read each stanza. The kids said, "You think you're so smart!" It nearly broke my heart, that's when I learned "If you want to color outside the lines, you better be brave....'cause your classmates don't like you when you're different, they are not going to rave!" But I didn't care, I wanted to be free...and I still am! Then I was 21, and planning my wedding. "No money," my parents claimed, I was adding "But Bob says that he'd have me a gunny sack!" My parents yelled, "Think of us, have you no tack!" I didn't want to wear white, I like the color of the sky. Bob's Aunt bought my dress....I didn't ask why? I made my own hat to match....lovely blue Ostrich feathers, My, Oh, My! just fancy that? Soon enough I turned thirty one. With children living outside the lines was really fun! "You're not suppose to do it that way, Mom!" "Who says?" "This is going to be a wigwam. Would you like to eat your soup in here?" "But, Mom you know the rule, no eating in the living room!" "But we're Indians today, dear. it's snowing you can't go outside, today is different, never fear! Then their Daddy died suddenly, and I was told to wear black. I said, "Black, we have one dead, we don't need another....I'm going to wear his favorite dress green with red!" And so I did! Then I turned 45, and made wedding plans for two daughters, sakes alive! I was sure Emily Post would never survive. We did everything just like we wished. All the lines were erased, Emily vanished! No fancy reception, everyone brought a dish. We all ate slowly, we were famished,but visited Then when the moment came, it was cherished! On the invitations we wrote, "Please don't put your name on their gift, for the bride works, and it will cause a rift in her position as a new wife. She will thank you all now, as she starts her new life!" I heard Emily's groan, as she went on home! Along about now, I was the mother of a newborn A wonderful little son, who saw everything through my eyes....never forlorn. Montie never once said, "You shouldn't do it this way!" He won't allow anyone to draw him lines to this day. And, if they try, it's their dead give away.... He'll tell them they should be more reasonable........loosen up......live.....run..... He's not defiant, he's creative, he's free and so much fun! He can imitate almost everyone's voice. Bill Clinton, Geroge Bush, and even Reagan. Then there's Poetry, Those little lines of verse. Remember now everyone stay within the lines. "What was that I heard you say?" Don't try to be adverse how cursed! A truly creative mind cannot be held a prisoner. Like the vast universe with no ending, or the microscopic germ's stricture. I love exclamation points!!!!They are really me For I'm very dramatic, energetic, with revelry!!! It's my poem, if I say cows fly........it's because I just saw one go by!!!!! A poem where a house talks real English? The moon is moonish, owls are owlish, A little pig that's pink is pinkish? Would you like your coffee hotted-up? Let your creative mind show-up in a tea cup? Add a little ketchup, for your hiccup? Don't stay in the lines, Be Creative, Be Free! My Mother's Memorial was like no other. We celebrated her entire life....even all the strife...and then at the end of my talk, we all rose and gave her memory a standing ovation! I was there at the door for conversation, and gave great big hugs to everyone, and they all loved the ceremony...memorials are very sad...with all due respect, can't they too be loving, kind and fun? My kids always called me "Auntie Mame" For Mame was quite a dame! She never allowed anyone to control or make her live her life inside the lines. Here favorite saying of all times....was.... "Life is a banquet, Live! Live! 'cause most poor sons of guns are starving to death!" So, I'll be coloring my life outside the lines until I draw my last breath, 'cause, Miss March said I could! Created by Cheri Cam LeBren November 2003 Be Happy, Be Free! Color outside the lines it's fun! . [comments] => 7 [counter] => 429 [topic] => 19 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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