I Never Saw Kittens Before

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My life was so busy with work and family
Children and pets, shopping and play
Cleaning, and doing work for the manly
Not a free moment, not for me any day
~*~
My children had many pets over the years
Pigs and a pony, ducks and chickens
Little dogs, big dogs, a rabbit with floppy ears
Cats and kittens, some with paws like mittens
~*~
Now I’m old and retired and living alone
It’s so quiet and lonely, just me in my home
So I’ll get a cat, or a kitten might better do
It won’t be exciting, but least there’ll be two
~*~
Oh, what I’ve been missing, it’s amazing to me
So much fun, so much laughter, so much energy
And then the quiet moments, curled up in a ball
On the couch, the bed, my slippers left in the hall
~*~
I marvel and wonder upon this little creature
As she sleeps I gaze upon her every feature
Little pink pads on the bottom of her paws
And a tiny pink nose, I believe she has no flaws
~*~
The most magic moments are at night when in bed
Her warm little body lying cross the top of my head
The soft sound of purring tells of no fear ever to be
Oh, what I’ve been missing, it’s amazing to me
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Eileen “2001
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Why Red

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Why Red

Red bloodshot in his eyes
Drinking too much red wine
Wife peering through the blinds
While he stumbles into the vines

Red roses were sent to me
No card or note that I can see
Who sent them I’ll have to find
Or else I’ll go out of my mind

Clown cycling with a big red nose
Children laughing sitting in rows
Outstanding trainer with just a tap
Gets elephant dancing wearing a cap

Red is a favorite color of mine
Not just because I can make it rhyme
You’ll never guess, I do dare
It’s cause my boyfriend has red hair!

Eileen 2016

The Love of October

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I get excited at this time of year

A bit of October chill in the air 

Colored leaves bounce with a flare

Tents going up for the country fair

 

Crisp brown leaves crunching under my feet

Huge bales of  hay resting in the fields

Corn stalks gathered round and tied neat

Bushel baskets of corn they do yield

 

Pumpkins and apples at roadside stands

Jars of blackberry and strawberry jams

Buckets of blueberries picked for pies

Leaving shrubs and bushes barren and dry


Jugs of apple cider brewed ever so sweet

Time for hot coco and marshmellow treat

Bring out the wool hats and wool sweaters

All these gifts from God, life couldn’t be better

 

By Eileen

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My Great Grandchildren

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Grandchild’s Hand

The promise of tomorrow
And the hope of dreams come true…
A reminder of the childhood
That’s still a part of you…

The wonder of a miracle
From which this love began…
There is so much found in the touch
Of holding a grandchild’s hand.

~ Author Unknown ~

” DA LEETLA BOY “

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” DA LEETLA BOY “

Da spreeng ees com’ but oh, da joy
Eet ees too late !
He was so cold, my leetla boy,
He no could wait.

I no can count how manny week,
How manny day, dat he ees seeck,
how manny night I seet an’ hold
da leetla hand dat was so cold.

He was so patience,oh, so sweet.
Eet hurts my throat to theenk of eet:
An all he evra ask ees w’en
Is gona com’ da spreeng agen.

Wan day, wan brighta sunny day,
He see across da alleyway,
Da leetla girl dat’s liven’ dere
Ees raise her window for da air,
And put outside a leetla pot
of w’at you call?-forget-me-not.

So smalla flower, so leetla theeng!
But steel eet mak’ hees hearta seeng.
“Oh, now, at las’,ees com’ da spreeng!
Da leetla plant ees glad for know,

Da sun ees com’ for mak’ eet grow.
So too, I am grow warm and strong.
So lika dat he seeng hees song.

But, ah, da night com’ down an den,
Da winter ees sneak back agen,
An in da alley, all da night
Eees fall da snow, so cold, so white.

An’ cover up da leetla pot
Of w’at you call ? for-get-me-not.
All night da leetla hand I hold.

Eees grow so cold, so cold, so cold !
Da spreeng ees come, but oh, da joy,
Eet ees too late!
He was so cold, my leetla boy,
He no could wait.

by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY

Tulips

Keukenhof, the most beautiful spring garden in the world!!!

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     The Tulip

Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at
First we meet
Tulips slowly opening, begin to sing
Gaining volume
Ever sweet

No longer shy, as days grow longer,
Raising their heads
They begin to flirt
Tulips dressed in many a color
Breezes swirling
Each floral skirt

Tulips, brazen painted hussies,
Part their bright lips trying to seduce
The busy buzzing bees
Far too bold for dainty tussies
Vibrant Tulip flowers produce
Visions certain to please

Mary Havran

Nemec, Mary

BIRTH Mary was born on January 6, 1913.
DEATH Mary died on August 22, 2006 at 93 years old.
LOCATION Bethlehem, Northampton County, Pennsylvania

~ Dear Friend ~

One Hundred and One Famous Poems: With a Prose Supplement - Cook, Roy Jay (Compiled by)

One hundred and one famous poems

A sweet dear friend gave me this beautiful poetry book a few weeks ago. Two of her writings are posted on here, “PATIENCE” and “Centenarian”. I knew she liked my poems but didn’t know she was a writer herself. Then one day she emailed  “Patience” to me. I loved it and ask her permission to post it here on my site and got her approval, check them out. This poem below is from the book.

The House by the Side of the Road

by Sam Walter Foss (1858-1911)

There are hermit
souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran;-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house
by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban;-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house
by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears-
Both parts of an infinite plan;-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened
meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my
house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish- so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

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