Tag Archives: Poetry

Wednesday:) What Wonders Lie Within The Sky

10 Aug

What wonders lie within the sky

Dark clouds disguise the sun

Soft grey will play with amber hues

To herald day’s begun.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaits


Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

20 Jun

Montage Monday, a week in a peek.

Here are some pictures, I’m just too tired to speak.

I’ve been cooking and baking and running like crazy.

I’d tell you some more, but I’m just feeling lazy.

My visit soon over, I could use one more week.

But, alas I must go now, so here’s my week in a peek.

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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Sunday:) Mother’s Day Memories

15 May

Abraham Lincoln“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” 

― Abraham Lincoln

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I use that Lincoln quote all the time when I refer to my angel mother, Trini. She is by far the sweetest, kindest, most loving mother ever placed on this planet. I have been blessed and honored to be raised and loved by this lovely lady. She will be celebrating her 90th birthday in just a few weeks. She has been an inspiration to her three daughters, all her siblings, family and pretty much everyone who has ever met her. Love you Mom.

 

This is one of my favorite pictures because it captures our silly nature, not to mention our common love of ice cream.

I have also been blessed with two wonderful sons, Joe and Matt. They are grown men, but will always be my babies. I miss them very much, but now being a new grandma, I plan on visiting more often. Look out! Nothing sillier,  mushier, crazier and more annoying than a new grandmother.


Matt and Joe, the loves of my life. I wrote a little poem way back in 2010 when I stumbled across some of the silly keepsakes I had tucked away in a drawer. There are literally hundreds of letters, school papers, school crafts, baby clothes and toys. I still have all those gifts and memories and I will never part with them. 

NOODLE NECKLACE

I miss that noodle necklace

And the handprint plaster plaque

Those earrings made of Play dough
How I wish those days were back
When you raced home after school
A secret present just for me
 I had to keep my eyes closed
To wrap before I could see
Several yards of gift wrap needed
Two big rolls of tape were used
Then my hands were gently treated
To a huge package wrapped and glued 
I tore it open with pleasure
There printed in glitter of blue
The gift I always will treasure
With a card that said, “I LUV YOU.”
I miss that noodle necklace……
~Toni Andrukaitis Mother’s Day 2010
Now, I’m a grandmother and there is yet another generation to cherish and love with all my heart. Motherhood is the best gig ever.


Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful ladies out there who are mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, but especially those wonderful women who were not blessed with children of their own. They give their love and share their gifts and nurture and take care of so many people. This is their day too. It should also be called…HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY.

Wednesday:) Warbles and Words of Wisdom

27 Apr

Sing free as a bird, alone in a tree

With no one around, with no one to see 

Perched high on a branch, you know where to start

Sing free as a bird, a song in your heart. 

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.” 

― Monique Duval

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It was cool and damp after the morning storm. The streets were wet and the skies grey when I set out for my walk. I never get bored on my regular route because Mother Nature has a funny way of showing me some wondrous sights. Every day the sky is different, the trees change with each day in each season, and the crawling and flying creatures are always entertaining.


Theme Song Thursday:) Seasons Change and So Must We

20 Apr

The seasons  change, and then so must we

The reasons are not for us to see.

The harsh cold winter begets the Spring

Blaze of Summer will cool Autumn bring.

Inspired by life, inspired by pain

The snow always melts, followed by rain.

Barren brown trees, and lifeless black earth

Blossoming into a wondrous rebirth.

One thing is certain, one thing is true

Your life will change, and now so must you.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 

― Albert Camus


These two trees were barren and lifeless, while the others right next to them were budding fresh with bright green leaves. We all grow and change at our own pace. TO EVERY SEASON…

Friday:) From the Depths of Winter

15 Apr

From the depths of Winter 

To the fresh breath of Spring

New buds burst and blossom

While the sweet robins sing

Dark grey skies send the rain

To the dry earth below 

Then the sun reappears

With a radiant glow

From season to season 

From each Summer to Fall

Just one thing is certain

Who we thank for it all.

(Thank YOU for YOUR blessings.)

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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It was a beautiful day, blue skies, sun shining, air crisp and clean, as I walked this evening, the clouds started forming puffy and grey. It reminded me how fresh and fickle springtime is. A big fat robin sat in a tree, singing and warbling a sweet song.


These tiny white buds were waiting for the sun on Thursday. It was chilly on my walk yesterday.


The same tree today, with happy blossoms. No hat or jacket for me. What a difference a day makes. Spring…very fickle. When I started my walk, it was lovely.  A half hour later, I had to scurry back inside when it started to rain on me. 

Sunday Sermon, Stormy Weather, Blogging From the Bathroom, and Other Stuff

27 Mar

“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” 

― Haruki Murakami

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A beautiful sunny Sunday morning. So many smiles and morning greetings before Mass. Today’s Gospel was interesting. It was the story of Jesus bringing sight to the man born blind. He spat on the dirt, made mud, and anointed the blind man’s eyes, telling him to go wash his eyes. He told everyone about the miracle and they didn’t believe him. 

“The man called Jesus made clay and anointed my eyesand told me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash..’So I went there and washed and was able to see.”

Back in those days, people believed that illness, blindness,  and other physical disabilities were caused because of sin, something done by the person or passed down from family sins. They also felt the wealth and good health was bestowed to only good righteous people. Jesus said that wasn’t true.

“Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him.

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My take on it…. there are many thoughts that cross my mind. The clay or mud that was made to cure the blind man was made from the earth or dirt, we are made from dust and shall return,  and His saliva was the faith. Then, if you believe, your trials will be washed away. Symbolism at its finest. Also, it makes me think and reinforces that illness, blindness, physical problems, poverty, and other tribulations are not curses from God. He helps us deal with them. 

There are many good, kind, generous, and loving people who are poor, sick, or have had to carry a heavy load. There are many bad, evil, selfish people who are rich, powerful, have good health, and an easy life. It’s what you do with your life that counts at the end. 

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After Mass, a quick trip to Sprouts, almonds, papaya, peppers and other fun stuff on sale. Yay! When I got home, I decided that almost falling asleep and nodding off at Mass wasn’t good, so Bella, my doggie companion and I took a nice afternoon nap, followed by a long walk. It was 80 degrees, sunny, and gorgeous out. I took her home then continued my walk. She was too hot. I stopped to chat with neighbors along the way and,…low and behold…Mr. Larry and Ms. Sandy were in the garage. I was forced, against my will,  to stop and have a beer. The clouds started rolling in and the sky turned grey. I scurried home, fed Bella and took her for another walk before the scary stuff rolled in.


The calm before the storm. 

The storm rolled in. I wrote this poem.

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Distant thunder drawing near.

Tornado watch announced, I hear.

A clash of thunder, a flash of light.

It’s bound to be a bumpy night….

It was….

Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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Somewhere around 8p.m. The thunderstorm started. The television shows were interrupted to show where the danger was. A short time later, the tornado siren warned to take cover.


Bella and I took pillows, blankets, a flashlight, and of course my iPad into the bathroom for safety. We are sitting here now, as I finish this post. BLOGGING FROM THE BATHROOM…hmm….could be a new exciting blog idea. Maybe not.


Well, it’s 9:40 now. It seems to have passed, but the hail pelting against the windows earlier was pretty scary, I sure hope that was the end of that. 

Happy Sunday, y’all. I hope everyone is safe and sound.