My Father

I wish my father understood
That I am trying to be good
When he tries to make me do his will
And I only disagree still.
Sometimes he tells me to do wrong
And I know I must be strong.
I hope eventually he'll see
Why it is we disagree.

Why is this, you wonder, why?
That to tell me wrong he tries.
He has different standards than I do.
Sometimes he hasn't got a clue
What is right and what is wrong
So I try to write a song
That tells my story true
And why I live the way I do.

What is on tv each night
Is not always what is right.
If it is pornography,
I simply do not want to see.
Also, I believe in being honest,
I do not want my reputation tarnished.
Maybe one day he'll agree with me,
And give up drinking coffee and tea.

God's Nonchalance

The speckled egg,
The sunlight's dance,
Oh, how I love God's nonchalance!
The prickly pinecone on the moss
That some tree happened to toss:
It all looks like play,
In a happy sort of way.
He likes to frolic in Nature
Is my conjecture.

Save Your Money For A Rainy Day

     My mother told me, when I used to receive money from relatives as a girl, to "save it for a rainy day".
     Finally, I said, "But Mummy, we never go shopping when it's raining."

Dolls In My Life

     When I was young, my father used to go on business trips to different countries.  When he returned, he often brought me a doll.  So I had a doll collection.  We kept it in a glass cabinet at one point, so we could see it.  That brought me many happy memories.  I particularly liked the Spanish dolls, a female flamenco dancer and a male horseback rider.  And there was a Hungarian doll, singing silently.

Tatlow The Sailor Part Fifty by J.M.Okano

     But she found a way around it, because none of them were very good at playing piano, so she taught lessons and everything was alright.
     I haven't written anything so far about the characters sleeping.  I reassure you, gentle reader, they did sleep.
     One night Tatlow and Saskia went to sleep.  In the morning they awoke to the piccolo sounds of a bird singing...and the moose had gone.  This became their motto, "The moose was here, and the moose went away."  Sometimes you don't know what will happen.  If you know that, you can avoid a lot of screaming and crying when things don't turn out as you expected.
     Saskia had a baby and quit her job to look after her offspring.  Sometimes she found it hard quitting her job because it was fun and had lots of incentives to work because she made money and saw people that way who were not nine times harder to hear than a baby crying, but Jesus came to see her and gave her a cooking lesson.  He taught her how to make soup, the Israeli way, with fresh ingredients and she liked that a lot better than going to work and got on with her mothering.  She was going through a hard time and he came and helped her.  And that is the end of the story!

THE END

Tatlow And Saskia Join Hands by Joanne Okano



Tatlow The Sailor Part Forty-Nine by J.M.Okano

     One Tuesday, it rained pianos and then everyone was playing piano.  Saskia earnt little money this way and was very sad.

TO BE CONTINUED