Today’s post is a rerun, but it brings back memories of the last kidney stone I produced. I seem to have the ability to create these little nuisances from time to time. I often find things from my own experience turn into some pretty funny stories. While recovering from that last surgery to remove the little annoyance, I awoke at 3 AM to thoughts of a story or poem that could address this situation. It wouldn’t let go of me until I wrote it. Hopefully that was the end of the story. Originally posted 11/18/2019.

She claimed to be of royal blood from some uncharted land,
But drenched with rain and chilled within she didn’t look so grand,
She came upon a palace like the one she left behind,
But this one seemed much different – it gave her peace of mind.

She knocked upon the massive door and waited for assistance,
A servant came and bade her in, admiring her persistence,
The prince was there to greet her, but never would he guess,
This poor drowned rat would marry him, she really was a mess.

Believing she might be a prize, the wife he longed to wed,
He set his servants to her aid and set her off to bed,
The queen, his mother, told her son, she had a simple test,
Which soon would help discover if she was a true princess.

A single pea would lie upon the bed made for her slumber,
The servants added featherbeds and pillows without number,
More mattresses were added too and even patchwork quilts,
The bed grew so much higher that to reach the top took stilts.

For days on end she stayed the course, her strength was running low,
She longed for just a single wink, a little nap would do,
When suddenly there came a shock which crushed the pesty pea,
Whatever made that pea explode would finally set her free.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. Salvageable says:

    Lovely!! Did you see that cartoon on “Bluebird of Bitterness” yesterday where the counselor says to the princess, “Maybe the issue isn’t how the pea makes you feel, but how the person who put it there makes you feel”? J.

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  2. oneta hayes says:

    Very cute, Kathy style.

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  3. Marvelous! I enjoyed the slightly “tongue in cheek” humor. Of course, it is masking the real pain of that pesky, tiny pea.

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