Kay Watkins is a deaf writer in her 60’s and retired from doing occupational therapy for 40 years. Cochlear implants have enabled her to enjoy hearing sounds, especially birds which she also loves watching. Kay loves music, nature, all forms of art & especially enjoys combining photography and poetry. She has an amazing family and husband she has been with over a decade who has helped her with her new journey in the hearing world. You can find out more about that journey in a short documentary called “KAY” in AdamGundersheimer.com under his directing section.
“Thank you for sharing my journey with me!”
There was an old wooden bridge Next to a newer one of steel Used by cars using their phone maps By the steering wheel This old bridge was what intrigued me It was to go....where? It seemed to lead nowhere But perhaps, just perhaps It would lead anywhere The road less traveled? The scenic route? Perhaps just to get to the other bridge? Or on a "walk-about"? Or was it the safe one for bikers For hikers For dog walkers Friendly talkers But still... there's something about that bridge Lending an air of mystery I'm not from there to know About its history Which is fine. Some things I don't need to know. Like this old wooden bridge... Where does it go? Perhaps to nowhere Or perhaps to SOMEwhere Or best of all To anywhere..... I choose to go Photos & poem by Kay Watkins
How do we perceive rain With hunched over shoulders turning our back to it Or embracing it Allowing it to wash away our pain How do we perceive bullying & rejections With bitterness, fighting back Or teaching us compassion Accepting that everyone has their imperfections How do we perceive a loved one's impending death With our own misery & inability to face it Or with grace & strength to be at their side until their last breath Adversity comes in so many ways Will we let it defeat us or learn from it Becoming stronger from it every day It's all in how the situation is perceived How we react to the situation To the news we received The choice is ours how to react There IS the strength & ability to make it a positive fact So c'mon now, instead of letting it make you seethe Reframe your thinking And just deeply B R E A T H E
So many kinds of trees.... 60,065 to be exact Short, tall, thin trunks, huge ones With numerous shapes of leaves One thing though They have in common are the roots Needed to keep them grounded And nutrients to receive Roots are amazing things, A beauty to see Some going way deep down inside others seem mostly on top of the ground Looking twisted, gnarled, tangled all around Yet they're so strong, so mighty Keeping the tree safe & sound The leaves can fall The branches snap, The trunk can sway Yet because of the roots, That tree is here to stay Yes, they can get afflicted with disease Lightning can also strike it down But for the most part Because of the roots, The tree stays in the ground How often do I, too, sway Blowing to & fro I may wander & get hurt, ill or lost Feeling there's no place to go Yet if I look to my roots And know I'm firmly planted down Remember those lessons My parents taught, I, too will be safe & sound So take a look and really see All those roots on all those trees Perhaps you too can find This lesson that'll give you Some peace of mind Even if you had a horrible childhood With parents that didn't love you like they should You can still learn from that how NOT to be And with gnarled twisted roots, Still be a beautiful tree
BEAMS OF METAL
Bridges, tunnels, passing through Crisscrossing beams of metal Surrounding cars of metal Encompassing people inside, flesh & bones Bones, veins, nerves crisscrossing within the body Much like beams crisscrossing to make the bridge If one beam comes loose, most likely nothing happens... at least not quite then... But the beams that are supported by that one... eventually they too will erode & come loose And if not fixed, come crashing down Amazing thing those works of metal... the craftsmanship, time, toil of sweat & attention to detail making those bridges... I usually don't think about it as we drive through... Just take them for granted & trust it'll hold me in my car up over the water or underpass we're driving over Yet someone's keeping an eye on it with their inspections & maintenance As they should! And so should we... Realizing our bodies, too are like those works of metal... not to be taken for granted Keep an eye on it with as much care & diligence we'd want given to those beams of metal we drive through