These Little Hands.....

These little hands I’m holding
Pull me along
As life begins molding
Their thinking patterns
Their smile and song
I gaze at these little hands
Pulling me along….

These little hands
Are bigger, I see
And I often wonder
As I ponder life
What will they to be?
These little hands
That are holding me

These little hands…..
Or they used to be
Are reaching, reaching
Trying to find
The hand of opportunity
As I feel them softly
Slipping away
Away from me

These little hands
Will do the deeds
That make or break them
They will plant the seeds
Of their choosing
I ask God will take them
For His using

These little hands
Will let go of mine
Yet I know
There is One so divine
That will never let go
Of these little hands
That briefly hold mine

And now I see….
I think I am holding them
But they are holding me
And while life is
Molding them
Their little hands
Are molding me

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I Can Wait.....

Someday I will hear the tick of the clock
I will be able to hear myself talk
The pounding of eager, grassy feet
Won’t mar a kitchen sparkling and neat
The cookie jar will not be empty again
And I won’t be doing endless laundry in vain
I won’t sweep the floor countless times a day
Or trip over toys that were not put away…..

There won’t be spills of cheerios and milk
Perhaps then my curtains can be rayon and silk
Endless questions and ceaseless chatter
Will not alter the ingredients in the muffin batter
I can sip tea and read to my hearts content
Long before the daylight hours are spent
But I’ll gladly wait for that day to come
I love having my children at home

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Fleeting Friend.....

You say, “I must go “
I say, “Won’t you stay?”
But your blue eyes say “no
I am going away”
You say, “Time is wasting”
I say “There’s tomorrow
Why are we hastening
Its troubles to borrow
For it is a hilltop
Beyond our reaching
Today is for love
And the lessons it’s teaching
Tomorrows worries are never-ending
But you are soon over
Yet I am befriending
The elusive lover
The fleeting drifter
But I love you, summer…
….I hear your laughter

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Watching a perfect summer day go laughing by
while marching to duty's command.......
such is life.......I guess I'll pretend
I'm working with my feet in the sand:):)

Elusive .........

You drift across the sleeping hills
Above the darkened chamber
Of thrush and lark and whip-poor-will
And wheat field rich and amber
You brush your hand across the brow
Of gardens softly sleeping
And slip beneath the green willow
In silent arbors weeping

You deck the lawns where wee feet dance
In laughter’s sunny hour
With your jewels you enhance
The beauty of each flower
As winsomely you trip along
A soundless decorator
Heralding the darkened dawn
Elusive grand creator

I rose before the sun was up
To see if I could find you
But there within the butter-cup
You left your kiss behind you
Alas, you are a phantom queen
Your face I cannot seek
But like the past, you're simply seen
In teardrops on my cheek

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What I Do Best....

For everything I am not nor ever will be
I could make an endless apology
But I have found my happiness
In doing what I can do best
In it I offer no pretense
Though I put up my best defense
I know before the twilight falls
My defenses are but tissue walls
Melting away in the setting sun
Darling there will never be anyone
Who understands me like you do
It’s so easy to love you
And I know that I am blessed
For loving you is what I do best

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Woe-be-gone Man.....

Woman, O, woman what maketh thee tick
I wish I could tell you I don’t care a lick
But the truth, painful truth, when it’s all said and told
Is that keeping thee happy is worth more than gold

It don’t give me pleasure when yer ridin’ yer broom
But I’m mighty good at clearin’ out of the room
‘Cause when Ma’s on the war-path ye jes’ better run
An’ stay out of the house til her stewin’ is done

Yesterdays words brought me smiles and a kiss
I tried ‘em today an’ I don’t know what it is
But I thought you was goin’ to bite off my head
So out through the back door I quickly fled

Woman, O woman if I had what it took
I’d write one of them thar best-seller books
But I’ve lived with ye mor’en twenty year
An’ there’s things I ain’t never gonna figure out, I fear

Woman, O woman, I can’t understand
When God created you from the rib of a man
Why didn’t he take another rib as well
An’ create an’ instruction manual

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Let’s face it girls….
Some days they just can’t win!

It is better to dwell in the wilderness
than with an angry, contentious woman. Prov. 21:19


Woman’s Reply
I will tell you if I can
You poor unlucky, lucky man
But the answer’s hard to find
For woman is known to change her mind!

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Places

There are places in my mind
I re-visit and never should
Then there are other places
I’d go back to if I could
But the memory is dimmed
By a misty shroud
Enveloped by time
In a hazy cloud

There are places I visit that
Are tender and dear
I go there once in a while
just to feel you near
Then there are places I avoid
For what is the use
Of returning to them....
I will remain a recluse

I sometimes visit the places
Where I hear the laughter
That rings in the corridors
Of my mind long after
The dance has ended
And our ways have parted
But I cannot
Remain broken-hearted

So I return
Surely there must be
A way to bring
Those days back to me
I return
Only to see
How far they have slipped
Away from me




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Lookin' Good

My, my but those jeans sure do look fine on you
And I’m thinkin’ you feel mighty fine in them too……

Is that a brand new outfit you’re sporting today?
Sure wish I could wear my new clothes that way……

You sure do turn heads as you walk down the street
The envy of all from your top to your feet

Let’s face it, anything looks great on you
You look as good in the old as you do in the new

Whether it’s Armani, Gucci or Klein
Or perhaps from a thrift store…….it all looks fine

But let’s not forget the most important part
While we look on the outside God sees the heart

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Addiction....

Pink cotton candy on a soft blue sea

Heaven sighing in the ever-green tree

Barn-swallows dipping and soaring again

Why must poetry live inside my brain?

I am enslaved as a drunk to his brew

When I sleep in my grave perhaps I’ll be free too

But to lay down my pen is to close my eyes

To the midnight hush and the ruby sunrise

I must need to be deaf and dumb and blind

If poetry shall not plague my mind

I will not resist her taunting plea

For poetry exists inside of me

Why do I feel the need to explain

The chromosome which forms my brain

Alas, alas sweet woe is me

I am addicted to poetry

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YES, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION.....

YOU MAY LAUGH!!!!!!

Okay, so my decision to not write

lasted approx. 12 hrs.!!!

That's pretty good:)

You see I was doing okay

my decision seemed right

by the light of day

I had no urge to write....

but then tonight as the sun went down

and the summer day was wrapped in an evening gown

God flung His best handiwork into the sky

as He seemed to be asking, "Tell Me, why?"

SEE YOU IN SEPTEMBER...or Tomorrow

When she bows her reluctant head
And relinquishes her charm
When I see with joy and dread
The maples auburn arm
And autumn sighs within my ear
While I must shed a silent tear
To know her mantle has been cast
And another summer’s passed
When azure blue is a dusty hue
As the grapes that cling to the vine
I will see you again but until then
I must enjoy the summer sunshine!!!!

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Eighth Great Wonder of the World

Laughter like ripples of sunshine
Across the summer lawn
Smiles as bright as noonday
Greet me in every dawn
Heaven wraps its finest
Precious as a pearl
Love pure and untarnished
In a little girl

Soft and sweet affection
In her little arms
She is the reflection
Of innocence and charm
What a tender wonder
This precious little girl
And I think there are eight
Great wonders in this world

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