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To love is to bloom
Why I like you so!
Our children are lent to us by God
Living the simple way
Guardian Angel
Karly-Bell eats so well!
My mother's pony-tail
Working with children
Oh! Davie, Davie, Davie!!
THE PARROT
To love is to bloom
Our initiation night was like a dream come true!
After months of total discomfort in your presence –
The first physical contact was a heavenly blessing,
I felt like a dehydrated plant in the morning dew!
You gave me all the best presents,
An entire night of hugging and caressing!
The feelings I have for you are really true,
Loyalty lies deeply within my very essence –
Our every physical contact is a heavenly blessing!
There are days when I feel withered and blue,
When I mope and whine about your absence –
Those days are really quite depressing!
Luckily for me, the next day things start anew,
And as with everything in life, love has its effervescence –
As always, our physical contact is a heavenly blessing!
Peralta
Why I like you so!
Why I like you so, remains a mystery to me!
All I know is that I do - not seeing you makes me blue!
So just be patient with me –
Maybe in twenty years I'll hate thee!
By then, you may even like me as much as I like you now.
It seems as though this is my karma, but that's okay,
I'll just live it day-by-day!
In the meantime, you can lend me your treasure –
It gives me lots of pleasure!
Feeling your warmth dilates each cell of my physical being!
It's always exciting when it's you that I'm seeing.
Be my priest again; let me sit on your lap!
Together we’ll travel through the stars up to heaven!
The secrecy of our affair, I still don't clearly perceive,
Let it stay in the bottom drawer where it's certain not to deceive!
Life is too short for fussiness,
Enjoying the present may be the lead to happiness!
Our children are lent to us by God,
But sooner or later they go.
Please help me dear Lord,
To learn what I don't know.
How to conquer the trust
Of the son I so cherish
And to do what I must
So his love for me does not perish.
Guardian Angel I beg you
To stand by & keep him safe,
Please don't let him do
What puts his life at stake.
He's so precious to me,
But doesn’t understand
That I had to get free
From that disturbed man.
God please take away his pain
As I'm unable to do so!
I know his trust I'll regain
And smoothly our lives will flow.
Son of mine come back to me
All your pain shall disappear
Seeing you fills me with glee -
Wait no longer my sweet dear.
Listen to me when I explain
Things aren't all as you've been told
In our marriage there was no gain
Just two people who are getting old.
Peralta
Living the simple way
Living a simple life style
is as easy as breathing -
walking, or biking for a mile,
helps you find its meaning.
Rushing to have it all
is man's greatest mistake,
if he happens to fall
his life will be at stake.
Observe nature well -
see its beauty & goodness,
it's got many a story to tell
and it rids you of loneliness.
Hearing the birds sing
Is such a lovely sound!
Listen with all your being,
you'll be happiness bound.
Walking calmly in the woods,
smelling their every scent,
compare it with all of your goods,
you'll be sure to lament.
Eh! take it easy, slow down,
don't just let life pass you by -
stop running around like a clown,
and look up at the sky.
No one is perfect
as we all know,
except for nature
with all of its glow.
Being poor or wealthy
isn't the issue,
live and be healthy -
so what if you use rough tissue!
Sow your seeds
and watch them live,
fulfil your deeds
and be ready to give.
Live life as you like
and live it well.
Hop onto your bike
for it causes no smell.
Peralta
Guardian Angel
I’m your guardian angel, your nun, your goat, your squirrel,
But above all, I wanna be your nasty girl!
You’re the one I like - my heart’s stuck on you.
My feelings are delicate and deep as the sea of blue.
Lend me your body, your warmth - hold me tight in a swirl.
Take me to heaven; decorate me with necklaces of pearl.
Deep within my being I sense that you have no clue
of the importance of being one instead of two.
I pray for thee, for I’m more than just your nasty girl!
Karly-Bell eats so well!
This story about Karly-Bell is especially for Liam Hanna!
Karly-Bell is healthy, strong and attractive because he is a wise eater - ever since childhood, eating well has been extremely important to him!
Karly-Bell’s healthy body began way before he was born, his parents were very careful with what they ate and everything that they did. As soon as Karly-Bell was born, his mother breastfed him to ensure that he developed a strong and efficient immune system (having a healthy immune system is very important at preventing people from getting sick)! She also made sure that the things she ate would produce high quality milk for her baby. When Karly-Bell started to eat other things besides breast milk, he was taught to enjoy vegetable soup and later, all sorts of natural fruits. The boy was growing fast and looking beautiful, everyone noticed! The other children his age were always sick, but he was always ready for action. The neighbors used to wonder who his pediatrician was, thinking that maybe the boy was taking special prescription vitamins. They often asked his mom about this and she always responded, "My boy loves to eat all the goodies that nature provides him with!"
At six years of age he entered grade school, he was the tallest and strongest of the group. Because he loved to eat nutritional, healthy foods he was smarter than the other children his age and had the highest grades. At gym no one ever beat him, his performance was always excellent.
Karly-Bell was shocked and felt a bit sad to see that his friends had lots of sweets and snacks in their lunch boxes; he even started thinking that the other children's moms were better than his because they let their kids eat tasty things. When he got home he said that to his mother, but she re-explained everything to him and he understood - he did eat the occasional junk food item, though!
The years passed and Karly-Bell was the best looking and strongest boy at school, the girls noticed that too! He was very well liked by. everyone - besides his fantastic looks, he was a nice and friendly person too. When one day at a party for teenagers he was offered some pills which he was told would make him "feel good", his parent’s words of advice came to him immediately and he refused. That very same day, a couple of his peers got really sick and had to be taken to the hospital - they were lucky to have survived that horrible ordeal. With this experience, Karly-Bell realized that his parents were absolutely right and he promised himself that he'd never fall into that type of trap.
Karly-Bell grew up to be a fine man, and so can all the children of the Universe, if they follow his good example.
Peralta
My mother's pony-tail
On these sad, grey and wet rainy days I make an effort to reminisce about the funny events of my life!
It was on a beautiful, sunny, summer afternoon in the mid nineties that my mother met me after work at the Montreal General Hospital. As usual, we headed down Cedar Avenue on our journey home while enjoying the sunshine and taking advantage of the exercise. It wasn't long before my eye caught the beauty of a colourful flower in the midst of a green, wild field and I was magnetically pulled in there to gather it. Once my mission was accomplished, I continued accompanying my mother down the street until Pine Avenue. As we walked I performed my usual ritual of verifying the back seam of my jeans, which had a tendency to go slightly diagonally. At this precise moment my hand touched a horrible, prickly, unidentified object, causing a major "fight or flight" reaction from me, in which my arms thrust upward uncontrollably as I let out a major scream of terror. Immediately, my loud shrill cry was being echoed by my mother's throat as she simultaneously thrashed her hands all over her head in a fretful attempt to get rid of something. When my eyes fell upon my mother an uncontrollable surge of laughter dominated me, as she stood there wondering what was happening. I stood there pointing at her like a dazzled child with tears running down my cheeks from so much laughter - her hair-do was amazing!! Right on the top centre of her head was a frizzy pony-tail, sort of “punker” style, really cool. Upon close inspection I discovered the creator of this entire chain of events - Mr. Thistle - which was buried deeply in its new nest as if hiding from the enemy! Since we were outdoors and in public, I tried to tame down my mother's new hairstyle, but each attempt was as useless as the previous for the prickly creature was in total control. We continued on our journey home - the laughing session still going on - accompanied by numerous curious stares and comments which the passers-by were unable to hold back. It wasn't such an unusual hairstyle back then in the punk era, what was extremely different though, was the type of person wearing it. My mother was in her early sixties and the most daring thing she'd ever done was to colour her hair!
Finally at home, the scissors were the only helpful tool in the process of dismantling Mr. Prickly's new home and several snaps were required too. Mrs. Punk senior only got her normal hair form after about one week! We still laugh our heads off with this story.
Esperança Melo
Working with children can be an enlightening, fun experience, as well as a scary view of reality! In this story I’ll be focusing on the dark side of child rearing in our current society. My main preoccupation is basically the present and future health of the little ones.
As a mother I always did what I considered best for my kids’ health, starting with breastfeeding and later supplying them with as much natural food as I possibly could.
Being their mother meant being their role model and teacher, with special attention to their eating and exercise habits. My kids got most of their sugars from “Nature’s candy - fruit” and not from refined foods! Walking and bike rides were part of our daily routine.
As we all know, obesity and its associated diseases (diabetes, hypertension, hypercholesterolemia, hypertension, cancer, joint and psychological disorders, etc., etc.) are on a steady rise worldwide and affecting more and more children. Toddlers are now being medicated for the same ailments as their elderly grandparents – all thanks to the laziness and stupidity of their parents and other caregivers.
I’ve lived in Canada and Portugal, in both countries the “fattening machine” is fully activated – fruit and vegetables seem to be the enemy, children are constantly being bombarded with empty calorie foods. Television commercials are persistently telling children that candies and yogurts are essential to good health and the caregivers seem to share in these illusory beliefs.
My pet peeve, hair raising experiences are: a shopping cart full of junk food and adults shoving sweets and other empty calorie foods down kids’ throats! Then there are those who want to make obesity seem like some dark mystery from outer space and go around wasting millions and millions of the tax payer’s dollars in research – looking for faulty genes and cells, maybe they should have their neurons tested!
As if the negative effects of pollution (air, water and land) weren’t enough to destroy people’s immune systems, parents and other caregivers are actively and successfully giving youngsters a head start! Where are the natural vitamins and minerals with their corresponding precursors so essential to health? Instead of getting these nutrients from fresh veggies and fruit, kids get an artificial imitation from a bottle!
Human beings have many excuses for these destructive habits:
1 – We only live once.
2 – Everyone has to die.
3 – We have to eat something.
4 – It’s only once in a while!
5 – Children need sweets.
6 – The important thing is to have a full tummy and not what we eat.
The list goes on…..
I’ll never forget that afternoon at the shopping mall when my children and I were happily feasting on fresh, juicy, slightly acidic oranges – what a snack! Nearby was a 5 year old boy with his mom, the poor tyke was finding our treat irresistible and asked me if he could have one. I gladly handed him an orange after seeking the mother’s approval. A while later the boy asked for more, the mother immediately responded with sternness that it would interfere with his supper. After further persistence from the boy, the parent said in an aggressive tone “Just wait and see what’ll happen if you don’t eat all of your supper”! I was bewildered by her reaction, as I truly believe that the ingestion of fruit on an empty stomach provides the organism with valuable vitamins and other nutrients since there is a greater capacity of absorption in the intestine. The lad got his second orange though!
Oh! Davie, Davie, Davie!!
First of all, I’d like to thank you immensely for having helped me get over my obsessive marriage!!!! Relax, you didn’t “do me”!! I was in a pathetic marriage and fell “head over heels for you”, in the early 90’s, when you were CV resident at the MGH! You were the total opposite of my husband; tall, blonde with a baby face (yum!!!), perverted, funny......I loved the attention you gave me. You really disgusted me though, that time you put on the co-ordinator’s eyeglasses and said in front of about six other staff members; “ these glasses make your breasts look bigger”. That was low Davie, don’t you agree? Well, being in love the way I was, that wasn’t enough to put out the flame!
I hope you’ve settled down, because your wife is not the type to tolerate such behaviour!
Back to the reason for this letter; remember the time you got caught in the act, in the OR area, with your little cleaning girl?? Well, imagine the worst possible case scenario; the nurse who’s madly in love with you, happens to be passing by that area, hears the commotion made by your “finder” and discovers everything that’s just happened! She wastes no time, grabs a syringe, rushes off to the lover’s nest and searches for any possible lost “seed”! surely enough she found what she was looking for, aspirated it carefully into the syringe and ran to the closest washroom! That “seed” is now eight years old and his name is Davie. This was done in a genuine attempt of having a part of the man she truly loved! Who can blame a woman for wanting desperately to hang on to part of the owner of her heart! It would be so much easier if men understood this phenomenon, instead of thinking only about the sexual act!
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