The Season of Giving

The Season of Giving

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Blessings and good will to all!

Well, here we are, once again ready and waiting to embark on the holiday season. Thanksgiving is upon us, with Christmas just around the corner. Thanksgiving means the same thing to most of us: Plenty of food! Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, baked macaroni and cheese, And all the trimmings that go along with the holiday festivities.

But it also should be a time of reflection and some soul searching. Never forget for one moment those who are not blessed enough To have family or friends to enjoy the holiday celebrations, for one reason or another. Sad to say there are many who will spend the holidays alone. Quite often this does not have to be the case.

I lived in Miami between 2015 and 2018. There I spent months in different assisted living facilities. But even as a blind veteran, I still noticed each and every holiday, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. Of all of the twelve to fourteen elderly men who resided at these places, most had families, but none came to visit for the holidays. It had to be one of the saddest experiences that I ever encountered.

I myself had family down there. My mother was and still is living there. But sadly in 2013 she came down with Dementia. And the whole time that I visited with her, she didn’t even know who I was, her oldest son. But god has a reason for each and everything that happens in life. So I just placed her in His hands.

When the holidays roll around, the first thing that comes to most folks’ minds is exchanging gifts, enjoying all of the holiday music, and hopefully rejoicing in the mere fact that the Lord has granted us one more day. Gifts to someone are always nice, just to show them you care. But giving of oneself is the most inexpensive, yet the most important gift of all. Time is precious, and true friends are few. Because but for the grace of god, that lonely person one day could easily be you or I.

God bless, and happy holidays!
The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Nick of Time

Nick O’Brien started crying:
What’s the point of life?
Never trying, always sighing,
Glaring at his wife.

Nicky’s spirit got to hear it –
Whisper deep inside…
Came to cheer and left his fearing,
Swallowing his pride,
Sharing burdens, joys and hurting,
Letting love abide.

My “nick” Quadrille for De at

Tranquility Test

When I quit the quirks of thinking
Without fretting on my fate;
When I shift the ship that’s sinking
With lamenting fear of late…
If my soul, in seeking solace
Finds rest for resting’s sake,
Then tranquility’s a chancy chance
My mindfulness can take!

My “tranquility” Quadrille for Lillian at

Empty Nest

She’ll never have my freckles;
He’ll never have your eyes.
Their names won’t find a tender song
In sweetest lullabies.

We’ve talked it out before;
We won’t speak of it again.
But our lack of precious children
Leaves a part of me in pain.

My second “freckle” Quadrille for Mish at

Sunset Secret

The sky was aflame with the sun’s reflection.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said, turning away.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he replied gently.

“Oh, no,” she thought. “I’m no amateur! If I tell you, this fragile house of cards will come crashing down! Because, yes, honey, you do snore!”

51 words written for Sue Vincent’s
#writephoto prompt, aflame,
#RDP Sunday: Reflection,
Weekend Writing Prompt #116: Amateur,
FOWC with Fandango: House

Thank you, everyone!


I used to have money;
I had so much time.
And when in my space,
It was quiet, sublime!

He thought when we married,
O it would be smooth!
But the changes keep coming
And changing my groove.

I used to sit calmly
To think or to sing
Or listen to birds
Do their busy-bird things.

I try to be happy;
I try to be kind,
But the stresses spill over…
Am I losing my mind?

I really don’t know
Where this marriage will lead.
But one thing’s for sure:
Change is still guaranteed!

Written for
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Change
FOWC with Fandango: Spill