I have a little partner that always hangs around He helps me keep my two feet solid on the ground His eyes are wide open, he watches here and there People that approach me, please do so with careHis secret is well hidden in his soft little paws If you mess with me, out will come his claws I'm not trying to scare you but here's the deal Just giving you some caution, to you I do appeal
Some person took a swing at me, being angry and mean Kitty gave him a swipe back, leaving a bloody stream It's better you all know this from the very start This little guy has secured me in his smart little heart
Author Eileen Clark
My ink is drying up and my pen no longer writes smooth This just can't happen now, to many thoughts I will loose Fading away this old body, still more to write, to be heard My memories and precious images are becoming a bit blurred
My hand shakes, the paper gets wrinkled as I write so fast But I must write quickly while the thoughts in there still last Some verses, as I write I laugh, often things were very funny Then the sad things, my tears make the ink blurred and runny
So pass my writings down to every family child that arrives Never just store them away in some back room archives May the pages look well read, the corners torn and tattered It will be a way of telling me, to you my poems mattered
Author Eileen Clark
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I Have a calico cat very quiet and shy He disappears when my friends stop by
They tease and ask, does he meow or cry
Are we ever going to see this little guy
His toys are scattered around on the floor
I have padding on every corner and door When you are here in his invisible presence Things to know to make your visit pleasant
Sit still and be calm so he can get to know
His instincts will tell if you're friend or foe
He'll grab at your foot from under the couch
Then grab the other before you can say ouch
Time has passed and my cat’s doing well
He now wears a collar with a little bell
So when he hides he’s not so hard to find
Such a blessing cause he hides all the time
I don't let him out to play in the warm sun
It’s hard for I know he would have such fun
He bumps into chairs and walks into the wall
He doesn't know which way to go when I call
I've had my cat now for quite a few years When he leaves I will shed many tears He has been a handful but I don't mind
My precious little calico cat is totally blind.
Author Eileen Clark
Linen, the smell of fresh crisp clean white linen, You can't capture the smell of linen in a bottle though they try. When I think of linen, it's with a bitter sweet sigh, I think of my childhood memories of good times gone by.
Napkins, candles and table cloths, white with white design, Ready for Sunday dinner with aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents so fine, Pot roast, chicken, mashed potatoes and strawberry rhubarb pie. Linen, fresh clean memories, happy times gone by.
Life was livable and children were sweet and quiet and shy, Streets filled with bicycles and roller skates, marbles and jacks and kites in the sky. Air filled with sounds of horns and whistles, a baseball cracking off the tip of a bat, The shouts of children with laughter and glee, wonderment of all that.Running after the ice cream truck with a ringing bell, Cones and Eskimo pies, and Popsicles as well. Little girls secrets from boys they'll never tell, Linen, crisp linen, good memories, and oh such a fresh smell.
The front yards had white picket fences and trellises with climbing Tea Roses, Bachelor Buttons, Daisies and Hollyhocks, sweet aromas filled our noses. Pansies and Tulips, hear the soft sounds of humming bees. The back yards had bird houses posted to Willow, Oak, and Maple trees.
Robins and Bluebirds on branches hidden amongst the leaves, And always clothes lines and clothes pins gripping white linen sheets waving in the breeze. Crisp white clean linens spreading out against the blue sky, So many memories of wonderful times in my life gone by.
Author Eileen Clark
The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze, A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees. I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind, Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk further, a pounding in my heart, The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part. I turn around as I hear the sound at a faster pace, Gleefully I shout as the moon lights up my brothers face.
She stands very tall, very strong, Her feet planted firmly in the ground. She could weather any storm, She did not waver in the strongest wind.
Her beauty was subtle, ever changing, Like the seasons, with the seasons. Her arms stretched out to hold up one’s in need, Her branches leafed out to shade others.
Now she’s old, wrinkled, knotted, Her limbs are twisted with pain. Oh Jehovah look, in your eyes she’s still standing, Hopefully forever to remain.
Let's go for a walk in the park, I insist, The weather is fine, it may be a bit brisk. Stuck my head out the door just to be sure, A bit of a breeze, nothing I can't endure.
Off we go, taking the dog and leaving the cat, I decide it would be fine not to wear my hat. This turned out to be a most memorable day, The so called slight breeze blew off my toupee!
Author Eileen Clark 2023
I can't believe what I'm hearing though no doubt it's true When I should expect the next train to be coming through Putting trust in the letters you wrote to me this past year I traveled hundreds of miles with not an ounce of fearTrying not to panic even though I don't see you waiting for me Dare I get off this train or stay on so I can return home safely Perhaps you were just a little late getting out your front door Giving it extra thought, we should have corresponded moreI think I let this go a bit to far, I must be insane Going back to reality and stay put on this train Having no friends or family living in this little town The chance after seeing me, you might turn me down
Just when I've decided to stay on the train I hear someone shout
Hey pretty lady I'm happy you came, seeing you gives me no doubt
A love can grow strong and lasting if only at first through the mail
At last your here, brought to me by train over many miles of rails
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Just one letter from you that's all I ask
I know our romance was way in the past
Strong promises you made before you left
A letter each week, you'd give me your best
They said you were among all the missing
I was told no more, it was a secret mission
If we had married like you wanted us too
A family I'd have, but just loneliness I brew
Everyone thinks I'm a foolish old lady
Possibly even a little bit kinda crazy
Truth be told life is stranger than fiction
I'm sticking with my one true conviction
Somewhere out there you might still be alive
With this thought every day is how I thrive From this little piece of land I'll never move
No better way my eternal love for you I prove
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Do you feel like this now that your old? Your fingers from arthritis do not unfold Your body temperature is always very cold The clothes in your closet not hung but rolled Food in your refrigerator is covered with mold You’ve been through hard times so anything of value you’ve sold Loss of hearing, the same things several times over your told Still when you talk, your way to loud, you spit and your bold The purses you carry, a foot locker they could easily hold You keep your money in the mattress instead of a billfold So how can it be said that these last years of yours are made of gold?
Are these your Golden Years?
Author Eileen Clark 2023
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