Recovery Rhymes

During the first two years after my separation in 1990, I wrote lots of rhymes to keep me sane.  Some of them will be posted in the manual of survival tips, but others won’t fit into the topic, so I will post them under Ramblings.  When I finished the rhymes I wanted to publish, I went to a quick print shop with $100 and the printer gave me 18 copies. Since 18 in Hebrew numerology means LIFE, I thought this was perfect.

Here is the cover, drawn by dear friend Karen Humphrey, who with her wonderful spouse Jack, took me into their house the first week-end my husband moved out. Jack stayed with me all night while I cried and slept and cried some more. Then I went to their house and rested and sat in on a spiritual meeting with their friend from India. So the cover has deep meaning for me.

Here is the first rhyme, which is the introductory one to the booklet.

 

GLIB

11/08/92

 God blessed me with a silver tongue; I’ve had this gift since I was young.

 I used to curse my vocalizing, ‘cause all it brought was chastising.

 Now I see this gift was meant –obviously was heaven-sent—

 to use the words to heal, not wound, those souls who feel they are marooned;

 to cry in pain while all alone; no one to love, no ringing phone.

 Words to soothe the saddest beast & mend the heart, at least, at least.

 God blessed me with the gift of rhymes, enough, indeed for all my lifetimes.

 I plan to use them all in turn; they keep me sane; they teach, I learn.