Missed me

Heard tell that Covid has taken one out of every 500 Americans

Having recently recovered from a brutal Covid experience

I must conclude to be vey grateful to be carrying on this conversation

Without any media touted cures other than bed rest and luck

That and sharing this fretful experience with a long time friend

Which finally brought us to  this Monday, when “Quarantine” no longer applies to us

So now what?

For a few days was not concerned who said what, where

For many years was of the opinion all was white, Protestant and just like the morning mirror

To this day to grapple with accepting nothing has changed since 1776 nor does anyone agree pretty much about anything

However, however pretty much though I have found some old friends

Quite bereft of sanity, nonetheless I still find them caring old friends

Which maybe is exactly how they have always perceived me!  Amen.

FXC frankxcameron.com 9/18/2021 Copyright



The newest dating app

No explaining what possessed an old man, a very old man

To play Cupid

He was the driver of record for the delivery of grandchildren

To school, camp or home again

Years of this much needed service were provided

Till the last week of camp this very  summer

Actually till the third to the last day of camp

Which is when this very old man found out

The young lady most responsible for his grandchild

The most caring, professional camp counselor of all time

Was leaving to go back to school for the fall

Surprised but composed enough to ask where

The location and year of graduation were revealed

Mumbling thanks, the carpool continued while the old man’s mind scrambled

What had to be done was obvious

The next morning he revealed to the counselor

His eldest grandson was going to be a senior

Even thought the grandson should meet her

Enough said, planning was required

Grandson was called and asked if he would run the afternoon carpool

Even stated the purpose

The meeting occurred

But just as with the rest of our best laid plans

It’s out of our hands

Even if we are playing Cupid!

FXC frankxcameron.com Copyright 8/15/2021









The right to bear arms!

No point to discuss to vaccinate or not to vaccinate

Even less a reason to question the need for masks

A trip to the grocery will fully disclose

The juxtaposition of opinions regarding the wearing of masks

Clearly to those of us left to make those decisions

Fair warning, there are those willing to kill others

In the quest for the seemingly inalienable right

To make what is perceived as a personal decision

Well no wall being built by this patriot to protect health

Just arming with vaccine, mask and sanitizer

While I still have the right to vote!

FXC frankxcameron.com Copyright 8/15/2021







Just throw it out!

Many times questions arise

In reference to the value of a particular belonging

Usually the discussion is between acquaintances of long time standing

Needless to say an emotional history is stuffed inside these reflective moments

Hidden in the discourse are the varied images rambling in old minds

A framed picture of an aunt just vaguely remembered but highly regarded

An old rickety wooden chair dating back to a now closed family owned grocery store

A beautiful marbled counter top from that same store

Baby clothes saved to be given to great grandchildren or great nieces or nephews

Such a responsibility to possess such a heirloom

File cabinets of material from a thirty three year teaching career

State fair ribbons for sewing awards

A drawer full of nick knacks requiring turning the pages in one’s mind to remember

But time has slowly eroded the need to make a decision on any of the objects

A quiet acceptance by both parties that acknowledges

The removal of just one of the precious possessions

Begins their own removal from the history that was being passed on

And we know what the next page of our own history will be

So no everything can stay just as it is,

Thank you very much

Just another legacy we are leaving!

FXC frankxcameron.com 7/14/2021 Copyright






House rules

It was a Tuesday morning

On another hot summer morning

No relief in sight

Too early for a five year old to be stirring about

Yet, yet I understood

She had very real concerns on her mind

And her current Google persona was PaPa

’Where’s Daddy?”  “ I want my Daddy”

Repeatedly the  answer was ‘he is working to make money’

Just like Mommy

Money for food, clothes, the house, dolls, toys

Quiet filled the room for a few moments

Finally and innocently

She asked “Where do you and NaNa get your money, you don’t work”

Somehow the room became even quieter

It was quite clear  I was out of my league

My time was nigh

Her Daddy had been nurtured knew these rules, the stories

It was quite clear now between the two of us

One quite young, the other quite old

I was out of my league,

Upping my game would only embarrass me  more

Best to leave the room

Before the inevitable question would come forth

’PaPa what are bitcoins”

FXC frankxcameron.com  6/30/2021 Copyright






It’s good to be old

It’s good to be old

A simply amazing weekend

Friday ate a late lunch at ‘Cheddar Box 2’

Gosh, a blistering 90 degree day

Twenty minute wait

Young kids in and out as outdoor eating

Has become more commonplace

Young kids, okay, young adults

Like grandchildren age

Smiling laughing, without a care in the world

A few of us, sprinkled about

To observe this reemergence of life

Yes, yes, we have been hiding lest we  be taken before our time

So that today we might enjoy this sweltering heat

Remembering to be grateful for air conditioning

And not to mention  when there was none

And to be able to order dishes we would never be able to make ourselves

The sheer glory of being out again

These are the days when the aches and pains subside

To allow smiles to return and new memories be made

There is no going back

The mirror won’t let us

But our hands beautifully wrinkled and gnarled

Steadying ourselves as we now venture to an antique mall

Where quite assuredly we will encounter a similar crowd

We’ve not been down this road before

Thank God we are old together

Never dreamed we would have this time!

FXC frankxcameron.com 6/20/2021 Copyright







Old papers twenty years ago

Gently, softly I need to let you go

I didn’t know how to tell you so

We’ve been so intertwined

Our thoughts to begin so eye to eye

Struggles, so meshed, no difference

Between beginning and end

Like the morning sun, lighting what was dark

It’s so clear now

Rebirth must occur

Who are you really?

So clearly, I remember your long brown hair

Rosy cheeks, uniform skirt to mid thigh

Your smile, warming and calming

My turbulent youth

Your quick mind and wry humor

Easing the vicissitudes of life

I stole you from your youth

Sent you on a long journey of responsibility

Our time together busy with work

Children and community

Now, today, I have to ask

Does our journey together continue?

I need to know

We have grown together and apart

As we have learned to heal others and ourselves

Do we still share a vision of us?

Do we still have a dream about our future?

You fly from my heart to be you

So clearly you, so unique

This is my gift to you

I would not have you be my wish

But rather your dream breathes

So many have said, give to receive

So as before, I love you

I still expect nothing but have been granted all

As your fly towards the sun

Let your shadow cast

Your love towards me

FXC frankxcameron.com 07/02/2002





Passkeys to eternity

Apple just announced that in the very near future

Passwords and sign ons will not be needed

Facial recognition or facial ID

Will be the key to unlocking

Your own personal private tech world

“Passkeys” will protect bank acvounts, wills,

In addition, your personal writings, private observations

Basically a summary of your life

What a cache!

And the whole kit and caboodle

Can be handed down to a trusted heir

Two potential issues with that

Who would be trusted to value my tech info

As much as I trust myself

Similarly would they comprehend

That this could be for eternity

Thats a pretty long time

The average attention span is 11 minutes

Outside chance interest in me for eternity might not exist

Safe bet might be to print out relevant information

Dispence to heirs who have a financial interest

And thus my purpose in life to do what I could

Will be fulfilled

And I won’t have to fool with this eternity thing

FXC frankxcameron.com 06/12/2021 Copyright





I’m sorry

I’m sorry

Doesn’t really plumb the depths

Of my contrition

For not truly understanding what love is

Every day now it seems

An unseen nuance of the word flashes

Before me as I observe selfless love

The type of endless giving and sharing of oneself

Without consideration of reciprocal feelings

No one deserves you

i love you Julie Becker!


Frank Cameron





How could you not know that?


First time around with child rearing

Was relatively easy

Particularly with my old school perceptions

Of parental responsibilities

Women, okay the Mother in this case

Would probably do most of the heavy lifting

And be compensated by my advice

Truly silent suffering maintained our relationship

But much to my chagrin

She begot her own payback

Dressed now to look like a five year old

Irascible, know it all, forty six pound female

Transporting this precious cargo is my main employment

Nonetheless my traveling companion

Is of the considered opinion she has a better way

To choose her own, clothes, breakfast, and time to get up

My only defense is to interject

None of my entreaties are of my own volition

But rather at the commands of her parents and ‘Nanna’

This rationale seemed to tame the ‘beast’

Till arriving at ‘Nanna’s’ house when a duck was observed all cozy in grass

As oblivious as a male can be,

This male questioned out loud, “ I wonder if that duck is sitting on an egg”?

Emerging  from her throne of a car seat the five year old said,

PaPa, its a boy,

Her aged and white haired PaPa queried

How did you know it was a boy?

Because, it has a green neck with lots of color she answered

Surreptitiously I thought I would ask,  “How did you know that”?

Her simple and deflating retort was pure agony

PaPa, how could you not know that?

Okay, so I’m guessing I’m down 1-0.

Frank X Cameron frankxcameron.com  6/8/2021 Copyright