Tag Archives: Poetry

Sentimental Saturday:) Sunsets, Sonnets and Such

31 May

“I find myself becoming increasingly nostalgic for the past, but after all I suppose that is the only thing one can be nostalgic about.”

― James Rozoff


I am nothing, if not a product of my sentimentality. I love my art, my writing, my poetry, my family, and friends. I surround myself with constant reminders and memories of the people and things that I love. I display gifts and keepsakes from friends and family all over my house.

That last few days, when I open my Facebook page, the first thing I see is that page of memories, so nicely provided. There to greet me is the beautiful face of my angel mother, now smiling from heaven. What a great way to start my day.

Another memory came up of a sunset and a short poem I wrote about the photo. When I saw that sky, all I could think of was that it looked like a red velvet ribbon, and therefore required a poem for such a lofty poetic thought. Not quite a sonnet, but close.

Here are a few more recent sunsets. Perhaps they are in need of some lofty thoughts and poetry. Feel free to give it a try.

This one cries out… “wispy tangerine sky.”

Happy Sentimental Saturday, my friends. ❤️

Throwback Thursday:) My Little Chocolate Buddy

5 Mar

“Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back and reasons to stay.”

—The Dalai Lama


Talk about a throwback Thursday, this afternoon I was scouring through my old emails, notes, and photos, looking for some of my poems that I had written in the past. I’m trying to get them all together in one place so someday… in the near distant future… I’d like to put together a book of my artwork and poetry. I’ve written several poems to go along with my paintings.

I went to my email search box and typed in the word “poem” and came up with dozens of references that I immediately copied and pasted into my “Notes” file. Some poems were sweet and endearing, along with a few not so sweet words expressed during some bad times. But, all heartfelt expressions written in rhyme, with or without reason.

My favorite discovery was from way back in 2007, and an email I had sent to friends. It was about when my little neighbor and chocolate brownie baking Buddy came over. The 8 year old budding artist/baker/poet is now in college. I don’t live nextdoor anymore, I’m not married anymore, and I don’t get to see my little buddy anymore, but I’m still baking brownies and always think of sweet little Rebekah. Time flies too quickly, but memories, photos, prose, and poetry prevail.

November 27, 2007. 7:47 AM

   Yesterday, my little friend Rebekah came over. She hadn’t been over for over a week. They had gone to visit Grandma for Thanksgiving, etc. and had been very busy. She informed me again that my doorbell must be broken because she would ring it and I did not come to the door, so she would knock very hard and the dogs would bark and I would then know she was there. I thought perhaps she wasn’t pushing the bell hard enough, or maybe in my advanced old age, perhaps I just didn’t hear it ringing. But, upon further investigation, we both tried ringing the bell and it just wasn’t working. So, we better get that fixed or I may miss my important callers.

   So, just as we were getting into our conversation of Thanksgiving, school, what we wanted for Christmas, etc., the phone rang. I was on the phone a few minutes so she proceeded to go into the pantry to find some ritual chocolate for snacking and also came out with a box of brownie mix and a huge grin on her face. She has the mime thing going down pretty well for an 8 year old. She held up the box with a question in her eyes, I nodded yes in return. She went and got the step stool out of the pantry and the apron out of the drawer. I got out the eggs and oil and bowl while she poured out the sampling chocolate chips into a little cup. Now mind you, all this is being done without a single word being exchanged. We have it down to a science. She even held up an egg and asked with her eyes if she could crack it alone, but I shook my head no and held up my just wait a minute finger. We haven’t gone solo on the egg cracking yet. I help her and we crack it together and she opens and lets it drop. No egg shells in the batter so far.

    By the time I got off the phone just a few minutes later, the brownie mix was already stirring with all the ingredients and ready for baking all without a single word. Pretty cool!

But of course this has nothing to do with the topic title of the day, One Poet at a Time, now does it?

   A couple weeks ago, November 14th to be exact, my little baking buddy had come over, but Mr. Tony was home early and not feeling well and was in bed asleep, so we were whispering and very quiet. I remember the date because I looked back into my morning pages that I write every day because it was a special day. Rebekah came to the door with her big smile and shining eyes, as usual, and she had her little school notebook with little books and stories and poems that she likes to read to me. So I let her in with my finger over my lips and whispered, “Mr. Tony is sleeping,” and she tip-toed in, set her folder down and went into the pantry for some chocolate. We sat at the table and she asked if I wanted to hear some poems they were reading at school. She is a very good and fast reader, so she was done with her poems in just a few minutes. I told her that I love poetry and when I was little, I used to like to write my own poems.

   Now, what can we do quietly for an hour or so? I said, “Why don’t we write a poem?” So we sat at the table and took turns thinking of a word and thinking of other words that rhymed. We said book, look, took, shook, etc. We did that for about 10 or 12 words and that was fun. Then I said, “Let’s write a poem about Fall,” because that was what her poems were about. I explained about alliteration and using words with the same letters and  rhythm and iambic pentameter and some other aspects of poetry, but of course without using the big words, just explaining them. So I asked, “What should the title be?” We wanted to write about fall, so what is a word that starts with the letter F that would sound good and right away she said FANCY. Well, that was perfect. What is a better way to describe the beautiful colors of Fall? So the title was FANCY FALL and here is her poem.

                                                     FANCY FALL


                                           Fancy Fall, fancy Fall,

                                           That’s my favorite time of all.

                                           Colorful leaves fall from the trees,

                                           I go outside and feel the breeze.

                                           I wear my coat outside to play,

                                           Some leaves fell on my head today.

                                           The color of the leaves are pretty,

                                           As the beautiful leaves fall on the city.


                                           by Rebekah Reynolds


   Now isn’t that adorable? I really didn’t  help much except with some spelling questions and a little rhythm. I was very proud of her and we also found something fun and creative to do while waiting for brownies to bake or trying to keep quiet on a cool autumn afternoon.

   So, one poet at a time! It only takes a little time out of my day to nurture a budding artist or poet or professional chocolatier. I certainly enjoy sharing my talents with others because I get so much more back in the process. Just thought I would share that story with you and as always…….. HAK——hugs and kisses and TC….Take care!!!!!


Now, that is a very special poem and a very special young lady.

Saturday Memories of My Sweet Mother

15 Feb

“I didn’t lose my mother. Heaven gained an angel. She is by my side every day.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


It’s been two years since Mom went to heaven. I almost feel guilty that I am not mournful or distraught. I do have little tears trickling down as I reminisce, looking at old photos and remembering the good times, but I am happy because I know she’s in heaven. She sent us a sign, and I knew if anyone could do it, Mom could.

So today, I’ll go to Mass, light a candle and say a prayer, I’ll talk to Mom like I do every day, because I know she’s missing me too.


There’s another angel in heaven

Today her soul took wing

She’s up in heaven dancing

While the other angels sing

All were waiting for her

Their arms stretched open wide

To greet my angel mother

There on the other side.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis



Words cannot express the extreme sadness nor the joy that heaven has found a new angel.

Love you Mom. 😇


Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

4 Feb

My blessings are many

And my troubles are few.

And you would be smiling

If you knew what I knew.

There is no big secret

There’s no fountain of youth.

Simply love who you are

And let that be your truth.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


Another great week, my friends. How blessed am I!

A week in a pictorial peek…

”Twas The Day After Christmas

27 Dec

“Happy Day After Christmas, Merry Rest of the Year, even when Christmas is over, The Light of the World is Still Here!”

Matthew West


The day after Christmas can sometimes be bitter-sweet. So much preparation and anticipation, and poof…it’s over in a few minutes. Many of us are blessed and have family and friends to celebrate with, carrying on old traditions and making new memories.

“Twas the day after Christmas, but I wasn’t sad.

With wonderful memories, oh what fun we all had.

Two beautiful grand-daughters, as cute as could be.

The family together, all under the tree.

When I count all my blessings, too many, it’s clear.

Now, I won’t be this happy, ’till maybe next year.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


Christmas wouldn’t be complete without the traditional cookie making and decorating. Here’s a funny story. My son Joe decided that he wanted to make some very unusual cookies. He saw some funny John McCLane cookies on Pinterest., from the movie “Die Hard.” He figured that if anyone could figure out how to make them, it would be his very creative momma. They were just made from gingerbread cookie cutters and sugar cookie dough. The tricky part would be the decorating, especially since they were so small. I had the bright idea of finding a really large cookie cutter for one big cookie,

Belle and I rolled out the dough and cut out the small shapes.

I made the icing and we decorated.

Belle put pink sprinkles on all of hers.

Everyone decorated cookies. Joe was a little rusty at cookie making, but he did a great job with his very specific design.

We stayed up late, after the girls went to bed, and watched the movie and ate John McClane cookies. A new tradition, perhaps?

Today, the sun was out and it was just beautiful. I took The baby for a walk in the stroller, while Belle rode her little bike with daddy.

Christmas memories being made, and new traditions created. This is what it’s all about.

Merry Day after Christmas, my friends.

Montage Monday:) A Week in a Grandma Peek

29 Oct

Child of my child, and heart of my heart

Whether together, or miles apart.

A grandmother’s love is what it implies

It’s grander each day, and just multiplies.

The warmth of her heart will never grow old

The gleam of her eye, more precious than gold.

Stars up in heaven could never outshine

This child of my child, now child of mine.


~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom About Fences

24 Jul

“Good neighbors make good fences.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


“Good fences make good neighbors.”

~Robert Frost


Several weeks ago, as you may recall, we had a big gusty storm that had my back fence flopping in the wind, and teetering on the brink of collapse. I didn’t know the neighbors behind me, (quite unusual) but I went and rang there bell a few times and never found them at home.

I had a call into the man who repaired other sections of my fence previously, because the fence looks like it was put together with chewing gum and popsicle sticks. (Pretty much) Every minor storm wreaks new havoc. The entire neighborhood is the same, with many brand new fences being put in on homes just a year or two older than mine. Well, my fence guy never called me back with his estimate. I waited patiently for a couple of weeks, and still no neighbor to discuss our mutual back fence.

Then one day last week, I heard hammering and sawing and other strange noises. My neighbor was repairing and shoring up the fallen fence. I went out to introduce myself and discuss the fence.

Well, long and short, my kind neighbor Bob, said that he would repair the fence, put in strong metal posts instead of the flimsy wooden posts previously installed, and he would do all the work himself. Instead of paying a contractor hundreds of dollars, he said we could just split the costs of materials. Wow!

Bob spent three or four different days shoring up, cutting down, digging up, sawing, mixing cement, and I’m not sure how many trips to Lowe’s. When he removed the old ragged posts, he said only one of the three was actually cemented in. This kind neighbor also reinforced with new wood, a different section of my fence that wasn’t even on his side.

Yesterday, I got to meet Bob’s wife, Christy, as we talked between torn out picket fence posts in the back yard. Such nice people. I asked if they would be home later because I wanted to make them some brownies. They said they would. I still can’t believe all the work my neighbor did.

Well, anyone can make brownies, so I decided to also bring them a nice bottle of wine and a couple of my hand painted yellow rose wine glasses. Neighbors sharing their gifts with neighbors.

So, the proverb about “Good fences making good neighbors,” should actually read, “Good neighbors make good fences.”

Here are my very good neighbors Bob and Christy. Thank you for my very good fence, and a new friendship.

Good fences make good neighbors

Until it falls apart

Then, your neighbor comes to fix it

From the goodness of his heart

A fence is just a symbol

The means unto an end

When you have a special neighbor

You also have a friend.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

(For Bob and Christy, my new friends)

The proverb ‘Good fences make good neighbours‘ is listed by Oxford Dictionary of Quotations as a mid 17th century proverb. Robert Frost gave the proverb a boost in the American consciousness with his 1914 poem Mending Walls. … He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’