This poetry began being written while on a trip to California from Virginia.We drove across the United States in ur friend Roger’s new Oldsmobile. The year? Summer, 1965. My ex-husband Bill, Roger moving to California, and me in the back seat. Roger had made the trip previously. He wanted us to experience highlights of traveling across our magnificent country. We did! The trip moved me to write these poems while traveling. Bill and I flew home to Virginia after a few weeks in San Francisco. That trip exceeded ALL expectations!
Maiden and Pen Name of Judith Norris
Later additions to added from time to time, depending primarily on my mood or circumstances in life.
Any poetry I’ve written since the ones in my early twenties have been mostly because of or through some emotional experience; love, loss. beauty, scenery, others. I won’t and can’t apologize for feelings. We all have them. Some of us express them through anger, raised voices, bullying, hitting someone or something, tears, withdrawal, nail biting, cutting, etc.
It seems there are as many ways to express emotions as there are people. Maybe not quite as many, and they can be generalized or grouped into a few categories. But we all have emotions, and we all express them.
Here are mine. Some’ll have brief explanations. Some won’t.
By J. Gail Norris
In Memory of:
Our Captivating, Compliant, Cuddly, Cute Cat;
Departed This Life for a Better One in Heaven.
May 3, 2012 7:30 PM MST
22410 N. 59th Lane
Glendale, Arizona 85310-4265
Coo loved people,
Especially when lying comfy on a lap.
Romping on the floor,
Holding a toy in front paws and teeth,
He kicked wildly with back paws.
Then, seemingly exhausted,
Fell sleep on his bed.
Shoes, always good to nibble or nap.
“You have a shoe fetish,”
I said often to him!
I love Coo still, always, forever
He will never be past tense for me…
Coo, my lap-cat,
In my recliner while watching a movie,
Or riding on my wheel chair lap…
We always enjoyed each other’s company
Any available lap
Commanded Coo’s attention.
Make a lap and Coo is there!
He craved petting,
Ran from the vacuum cleaner,
Gobbled his morning Fancy Feast treat!
Napped anywhere, often…
I adored his sweet, velvety fur
Under my gentle loving fingers
Good night, my darling sweet Coo!
See you in Heaven!