November 9, 2020


Today I woke up so grateful for yesterday and the decisions I made.

First of all, the political game is over, here in the US, which makes me really happy. I am tired of the back and forth.
Second, I decided to wait on becoming an Uber driver until I actually have to money to invest in it.
Third, I brought David to one of the landmarks of my childhood, Chaffinch Island State Park, in Guilford, CT. I have been wanting to bring him there for so long because he loves the ocean. When we first met, one of our days together we spent out in Narragansett seeing the different beaches.

So, they may not seem like big things but it just made me so happy yesterday and I was grateful for the way I woke up still so happy about it.

©2020 CBialczak

November 5th, 2020

I picked Gratitude to write about for the month on November. I missed a few days but life goes on…


On this day, 11/05/2020, I am thankful that I had such a good, caring, loving mother and that I can remember her and see some of the pictures from her life. She passed away in December of 1994 so it has been quite a long time. I don’t remember everything but I can pick out moments and remember her, what she said, etc. I can’t really remember her voice. Everyone loved my mom. She did so many things (must be where I get it from!). She reupholstered furniture, sewed everything from Halloween costumes to prom dresses to stuffed Christmas trees for the holidays. She used to make these really neat ornaments out of egg shells. My cousin still has a few. She would somehow take just a little oval of the shell off and clean out the shell. Then she would put a little scene inside the shell (guess maybe that is where I get my mini-stuff fascination). Next she would dip the outer side of the entire shell in glitter. Finally she would put a little piece of decorative ribbon around the hole in the shell so it was almost like a little picture window.

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a wonderful, talented, loving mother like I did. I wish everyone did! I was very fortunate, and for that I am very grateful!

©2020 CBialczak

Day Twenty:


mary’s googlehuff cake

It may sound a bit silly 
but back on that day 
I thought it too hilly 
to walk up that way. 

But here came my neighbor 
with cake in her hand 
held out before her 
just as she planned.  

She made it for us 
since we just moved in 
she said it’s no fuss 
in her great big kitchen. 

I found out years later 
that there were two cakes 
one made to cater 
the dog ate it for God’s sakes.  

So she had to make one 
that was whole and delish 
Sugar powered when done 
A beautiful dish.  

I remember just thinking 
“wow here’s a good friend” 
We now sit ‘round drinking 
we’ll be friends to the end.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

NaPoWriMo 04/04/2020

There was…

There was a little boy 
who went to get a toy 
he found a box 
full of rocks 
and really jumped with joy. 

There was a cute, young teen 
who wanted to shower clean 
she was so damp 
she’d wet a stamp 
and skinny as a green bean.  

There was a cheery song 
that started with a gong 
it was a chant 
about a plant 
and sounds completely wrong.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2020 ~ National Poetry Writing Month

It’s that time of year again: NaPoWriMo!!! National Poetry Month (optionally GloPoWriMo ~ Global Poetry Writing Month) comes every April and challenges poets (and anyone else who wants to take a shot at it) to write (and post) a poem every day through all of April. That’s 30 poems in 30 days.

So, today is the 2nd. I guess if I am able to post a poem every day that will be 29 poems in 29 days! We shall see!

My Wish

Once I wished I could climb to the top of the highest mountain.    

When I got there, I wished I could soar through the clouds like an eagle.   

While soaring, I wished I could dive into the ocean and catch a large fish for dinner.   

After catching the fish and letting him go, I wished I could swim to a beautiful coral reef to see the clownfish.   

Once I saw the clownfish, I wished I could have that beautiful fish at my home.    

That wish can’t come true.   

I have to leave that clownfish in his own home.   

He needs his home to survive.    

My house cannot meet his needs.   

I wish that I lived on the side of an ocean where I could have an underwater bedroom with a glass window to see the fish swim by.   

I wish all of the clownfish could know that they should swim by my window, where they would be safe.   

©2020 CBialczak Poetry