winter came early

Winter came early
By kenny merrell

Winter came early this year
It started with a cold shoulder
And unspoken words
I hate it when you are angry with me
Breathing is no longer automatic
I have to think about each breath I take
I count each heartbeat in an empty room
You left this morning and now I wait
I hear the ticking of the clock
How will I live without you
You won’t answer your cell
"Leave a message "a disembodied voice replies
The phone is heavy in my hand
That damn clock!
Tick tick tick
There is no one to turn to
I’ve severed all ties
Now there is only me
In a cold room
The TV blaring
With no sense
And
I wait for your return

Thankfully this was only a dream that I woke to in a cold sweat.
I don’t know why our minds try to find the worst scenario it can find and then have us experience it. It seemed so real. I was so thankful when I woke this morning and Carol was right there by me and she smiled a good morning
Love is so grand when you have the right partner

"Buying A Bra" Cowboy Poetry

BUYING A BRA
by Bruce "Waddie"Douglas Mitchell

I ain't much for shopping,
Nor even goin' into town -
Except at cattle-shipping time,
I ain't easily found.

But the day came when I had to go
And I left the kids with ma.
But before I left she asked me,
"Would you pick me up a bra?"

Without thinkin' I said "Sure,"
How tough could that job be?
I bent down and kissed her
And said, "I'll be back by three"

Well, when I done the things I needed,
I started to regret
Ever offering to buy that thing,
I was working up a sweat.

I crossed the street to the ladies shop
With my hat pulled over my eyes,
I wasn't takin' any chances
On bein' recognized.

I walked up to the sales clerk -
I didn't hem or haw -
I told the lady right straight out,
"Ma'am, I'm here to buy a bra."

>From behind I heard some snickers,
So I turned around to see
At least fifteen women in the store
And they's all gawkin' at me!

"What kind would you be looking for?"
"Well," I just scratched my head.
I'd only seen one kind before
"Thought bras was bras," I said.

She gives me a disgusted look,
"Well sir, that's where you're wrong.
Come with me," I heard her say,
And like a dog, I tagged along.

She took me down this alley
Where bras was on display.
Well, I thought my jaw'd hit the floor
When I seen that lingerie.

They had all these different styles
That I'd not seen before
I thought that I'd go crazy
'fore I left that women's store.


They had bras you wear for eighteen hours
And bras that cross your heart.
There was bras that lift and separate,
And that was just the start.

They had bras that made you feel
Like you weren't wearing one at all,
And bras that you can train in
When you start off when you're small.

Well, I finally make my mind up -
Picked a black and lacy one -
I told the lady,
"Bag it up," And figured I was done

But then she asked me for the size.
I didn't hesitate.
I knew them measurements by heart,
" A six-and-seven-eighths."

"Six and seven eighths, well sir,
That really isn't right."
"Oh, yes ma'am! Yeah, I'm positive,
I just measured them last night."

I thought that she'd go into shock,
Musta took her by surprise
When I told her that my wife's bust
Was the same as my hat size.

"That's what I used to measure with,
I figured it was fair,
But if I'm wrong, I'm sorry ma'am."
This drew another stare.

By now a crowd had gathered
And they's all crackin' up
When the lady asked to see my hat,
To measure for the cup.

When she finally had it figured,
I gave the gal her pay.
Then I turned to leave the store,
Tipped my hat and said, "Good day."

My wife heard the whole story
'fore I ever made it home.
She'd talked to fifteen women
Who'd called her on the phone.

She was still a-laughin'
But by then I didn't care.
Now she don't ask and I don't shop
For no more women's underwear.

How Do You Make A Memory

How Do You Make A Memory
By kenny merrell

How do you make a memory?
Was it in the fall?
When on bended knee
I asked, "Will you marry me?"
I can’t recall
I remember the wonder on your face
When you told me yes
The tears down your cheek
Making it difficult to express
This feeling deep inside

How do you make a memory?

When I stood at the altar
So many years ago
I wondered how to make a memory
I still don’t know
I counted your steps
As you walked down the aisle
I remember the flowers
Setting off your radiant smile
Were they Bluebonnets or Roses red?
I still haven’t a clue
Your face still shines before me
Is it really you?

How do you make a memory

On the birth of our first child
Was it early in the morning
Was the wind blowing wild
Or was it late at night
With weather cold and bright
I only remember your face ingrained
With such agony and pain
But in your eyes a glowing pride
Of having born our son.

How do you make a memory

The years we’ve shared as one
The times you’ve picked me up
When life has knocked me down
When I feel the care invested
The pride you have in me
Make me want to carry on

How do you make a memory?

When our souls leave this earthly plane
Will this memory remain
Or will it depart
As a thief in the dark
Leaving nothing to touch once more

What are memories for?

Mary Lou reminded me of one of my pracical jokes

When Carol and I were stationed at NAS Twin Cities(Minneapolis , MN)we lived in a trailer park ,in a three bedroom mobile home. This was in 1969 and the
kids were ken 09 , shannon08, and rod 05. Across the street a lady (Janet)lived with her husband and 5 kids. they were all of school age from
teenager to grade school. Whenever she would leave home she would lock up her trailer, take her keys and put them in her shed which was right next to
the trailer. This shed had a combination lock on it and this way when the kids came home and needed in the trailer they could unlock the shed , get the keys and open the door.(that way the kids wouldn't have to carry keys)
One morning I was looking out the blinds and saw her lock her door then put the keys in the shed. I wondered to myself "what would she do if her phone
rang?" So of course I called her. I could see the action take place like a silent movie.
Her hand went to her ear, she listened, started frantically dialing the combination lock opening the shed grabbing her keys unlocking the door.......

I hung up before she answered the phone. She came out, locked her door, put her keys in the shed locked the shed door and I dialed her number again ! It was exactly the same. She listened heard the phone unlocked the shed opened the door. I hung up. I know you wont believe this but we did it 5 times! I was peeking out my window, laughing so hard my blinds were shaking! Finally on the fifth time she realized something wasn't quite right. I couldn't stop laughing and she saw me and realized it was me. She stood in the street shouting and shaking her fist at me! Then she realized the humor of it and said. I'll get even with you! LMAO Of course she didn't , Thankfully, she had a forgiving nature

I didn't say hello

I DIDN'T SAY HELLO
BY KENNY MERRELL


I SAW YOU IN THE HALL
YOU HAD YOUR ARMS FULL OF BOOKS
YOU WERE HURRYING TO CLASS
YOU NEVER CHANCED TO LOOK
JUST RUSHED BY
IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN
THIS WAS MY LAST TIME TO SEE YOU
I WOULD HAVE WAVED HELLO OR SPOKEN
WE DIDN'T RIDE TO SCHOOL TOGETHER
WE NEVER SPEAK TO EACH OTHER
WHAT DID I DO THAT WAS SO BAD?
YOU CAN TELL ME NOW
IT’S FIFTY YEARS LATER

NOW SOMETIMES I SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
HOW SAD TO REVISIT LOST LOVES
FRIENDSHIP THAT HAS DIED
WITH FEELINGS THAT REMAIN
NEVER TO BE REAWAKENED

IT'S DIFFERENT IN MY DREAMS
ALL THOSE THINGS
I WAS TOO EMBARRASSED TO SAY
ARE SPOKEN WITHIN A FRAMEWORK
OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN,
BUT ISN'T................

AFTER SUCH A DREAM
IN THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT
JUST BEFORE I AWAKE
I TURN OVER AND EXPECT TO JUMP UP
AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL
BUT THEN SADLY REALIZE
IT'S FIFTY YEARS LATER AND I AM TRAPPED
WITH ONLY MEMORIES OF THAT LAST TIME
I SAW YOU IN THE HALL
ARMS FULL OF BOOKS
AND I DIDN'T SAY HELLO