Daphne's Poem
(June 22, 2001)
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
And I don't know there is just too much
To say about you!
Love,
Mom
Saturday, March 23, 2024
Has it really been a year?
(Friday, August 11, 2000)
A year, well not quite, but almost.
Eva and Ray both died on the same day,
I think of you often,
I still can't believe you've gone away.
Faith, Charity, Grant, and Chrissy
Seem to be okay.
I can't tell for sure because they
Live so far away.
Eva, I talk to Faith often,
She has the maddening habit of saying
when asked how things are going,
"Same old same old" Whatever that means.
I know that something must have gone terribly wrong.
Ray was too good of driver to be going 75 MPH that night.
When the truck veered off the road,
You both must have been frightened.
I don't know how to come to terms with your deaths.
Help me Lord to trust in you/
If I can only let go Lord,
And let you do the rest.
I want to help Eva's children, but I don't know how.
Help me find a way to help them and myself
Cope with this loss.
I only pray that Mom was there to take you home little Sis.
??30??
(May 9, 1995)
I know, I know, what you want to say,
Thirty today? NO WAY!!! NO WAY!!!
But believe it or not, it really is true
And please try not to be too blue.
Yes it is a horrible trick for life to play,
But then I have to share my Mother's Day,
Every eight years with you,
And I missed my first Mother's Day dinner, too.
Now that's enough of doom and gloom.
The next one to complain leaves the room.
A party is what we will have . . . to celebrate,
And tell the world that it has been great.
You turned out everything I hoped for,
Intelligent, loving, thoughtful, who could ask for more,
Intelligent, loving, thoughtful, who could ask for more,
You help with computer problems with no complaint.
To put up with my idiotic questions makes you a Saint.
I ordered a Coconut Cream Pie, because you love coconut so,
But it is such a popular item the bakery ran out.
I went to the store for Kidney Beans & Mushrooms just for you
But they were out of stock too. What is a loving Mother to do?
So. “Nikki Nikki Tembo No So Rembo Oo Ma Moochi Gamma Gamma Goochi”
You are still that little Stinker that came home with me,
Thirty years ago. Little Stinker is what I often called you,
So thank your Grandma Riesland for making it Taboo.
Friends today call you Dominick your given name,
But don't blame me if I still call you Nick,
I have been doing it too long to change/
So with Nick or Nicky I will stick.
But I am sure you will admit.
anything is better than,
the screamed DOMINICK IRWIN RIESLAND,
when you were on my you know what list.
Happy Birthday, and I promise I won't sing,
May this Birthday bring,
All the best that life can give you,
It's what you deserve that's true.
It's what you deserve that's true.
Answering Machine Message
(March 24, 1995)
You have reached [XXX]-6630/
The Reindl Residence as you know
We recently had a singing message for you to hear
But as of now it's out of here.
Spring has come and so you see
A brand new message there has to be.
One that's short and to the point,
So people will not get bent out of joint.
Hang on here comes the tone.
A Baby Shower Poem
(September 30, 1993)
I for one think Barney and Baby Bop are annoying but cute,
So when I was informed that Marlene had given them
a thumbs down, my first thought was, "Oh, Shoot!
What sort of baby shower would it be without them?"
I thought and I thought "There must be something I can do."
And there on the shelf in Pick 'n Save was the answer.
It was brilliant. What could she do?
Only admit that a superior mind had found a way around her.
Since Barney and Baby Bop had been given the Book
I reasoned, What better gift for Marlene's baby Boy
Than a gift from Barney himself,
Bags with which the little fellow could take home his Loot?
So contained in this present are 8 Barney Loot Bags.
On which Marlene can cheerfully gag.
She can stop being a drag and let the baby learn to shout out
what Barney and his crazy songs are all about.
I can see a day,
when Marlene will have to sing over & over again,
"I Love you, you love me, we're a happy family."
Just to put Junior to sleep without resorting to belting him.
Marlene will learn some day,
not to wave a red flag in front of me.
Saying NO BARNEY could only make him show up today.
I only wish I could have afforded a Barney Striptease.
Butchy Boy
(No date listed, but for Martin Riesland's 50th birthday)
I value my life too much to use the "BB' term other than in the title.
If said to his face this term could cost my life which to me is vital.
When we were younger, the term would bring a punch in the arm.
After which he would always claim, "Mom, I did no harm."
"It was just a gentle tap."
Oh yeah, and the permanent bruise I sustained was just a bum rap.
Marty is a gentle soul, just don't tell him you know how to swim.
He takes you on a raft in the middle of the river and pushes you in.
He is as graceful as a gazelle,
except when he steps on the rake then he just hollers like hell.
With a BB gun he is quite the talented marksman,
hell, he got me in the back with one shot and I was facing him.
Fire is his specialty, like when he burned the chicken coop.
He was mad at me 'cause I went for help, I guess I'm just a party poop.
In his later years, he became a cowboy and smoked like Hoyt Axton,
but then he lost weight, and then put it back on again.
As a Grandpa he is overrun with Grandkids,
There are too many to name them all, but some are Tony, Alex, and Chris.
Now that he turns "50", I guess we have to pay our respects,
The truth is, the old Man probably can't survive without his specks.
Fifty years old, I guess that means "Old Butchy Boy" is over the hill,
Oh heck! Now I've done it I am going to have to run like hell.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTY, MAY YOU HAVE AT LEAST 50 MORE!!!
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