New Hobby

As most of you that care know -Mike left for Afghanistan in Feb.2008
He surprised me with a new camera. No more point and shoot.
So off to photography class for me... well actually I didn't leave my computer chair. My online class is fantastic and perfect for a " is the teacher still droning on" person like myself.

Ive got another 14 weeks and maybe I"ll know what Im doing.
With six grandkids I have lots of subject matter.

Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets

I just entered a postcard -sized international art show highlighting womens issues. It's called Treasure PostCards and my entry is below. Its an altered photo and my original poem.

Cleaning Lady

I've been working on my writing lately and one of writing prompts was to write about a less than remarkable aspect of my life-

                                      THE CLEANING LADY

I am the cleaning lady

No pride or glamour in my profession

I pick up other's messes

Scouring and polishing to temporary perfection

Down on hands and knees

Cleaning floors that are dirtied again with no regard

I am the cleaning lady

Picking up the pieces of broken lives

Trying to mend heartaches

Sweeping away the pain

Always needed - not always acknowledged.

I am the cleaning lady

I am a Mother.