My Paintings

I Am 82

Here I am at the ripe old age of eighty-two

Can’t say I’m still standing, that wouldn’t be true

I use a power wheelchair to get myself around

As for my mental state, I think I’m fairly sound

~*~

I need some help in the morning getting out of bed

The caregiver then makes sure my two cats are fed

I eat some eggs or maybe a cheese danish instead

Some scriptures from my Bible next will be read

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It still seems strange not having far to look ahead

It’s not that it wasn’t there right along, often I have said

But now it’s right in front of me, so I should not dread

It’s a fact, eventually everyone of us will end up dead

.

Author Eileen Clark

Image:google.com

My Paintings

A Good Boy

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.

Author Robert Louis Stevenson

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Happy Moon

I was kinda sad and low when I went to bed
Unhappy feelings swirling round in my head
Mama said I would feel much better tomorrow
A new day often seems to wash away any sorrow

I sure  don't know how that can possibly be
My best friend is really really mad with me
We had a terrible fight over such a silly thing
She even threw at me our friendship ring

I turned out the light and climbed into my bed
I need to tell her I'm sorry, words not easily said
As soon as I made that decision my heart felt free
And even the moon outside was smiling down at me

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Image: From Google UK – unknown artist or try~

https://wytchencrafts.org.uk/2021/08/03/auntie-moon/

My Paintings

My Kitty And Me

My kitty’s name is Simply Sweet
My Daddy found her on the street
She was so skinny, shivering and cold
Guess she was only a couple of weeks old

She hid in the pocket of my Daddy’s big coat
Poked her head up, a meow slipped outta her throat
I knew right then she’d be my best friend
For always and ever, till the very end

I’m all grown up now, I’m almost three
Mommy say’s big enough to take care kitty
I’m an only child but not alone anymore
Kitty and me share toys, my bed, and
milk on the floor

Author Eileen Clark~ 2012

Beautiful image ~ art-sheep.com

My Paintings

Silent Pain 

I was in pain for awhile today
I was in pain all day yesterday
I will pray, yes I’ll get through
I will pray, that’s what I do
                        
Sun is shining, that is good
When it shines I can smile
Stops the hurt, least it should
In my mind, just for awhile
                         
Keep on going, get to days end
Don’t complain, not to any friend
Silent on face, screams in my head
Soon night is here, I slip into bed
So good, so soft, thank you God

Author Eileen Clark

Image:https://brainzaps.wordpress.com/depression-historical-perspective/

My Paintings

Fireflies

It’s an interesting thing that little children do,

Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.

They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,

Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.

Tucked in their bed of a very dark room,

The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune. 

Then slowly one by one the lights go out,

It wasn’t a good idea, of this I don’t doubt.

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Image:https://www.pinotspalette.com/painting/glowing-fireflies

My Cats · My Poems

My Cats in The Rain

My cats in the rain, 

Sitting on the step.

 I open the door. 

She’ll come in I bet.

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My cats in the rain, 

Out in the street. 

She needs to come in,  

I’ll give her a treat.

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My cats in the rain, 

Her fur is all wet, 

She’s starting to sneeze, 

Now I’ll worry and fret.

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My cats in the rain, 

I think she’s got a chill. 

I’ll call her in, get her fed, 

Nicely then, I’ll tuck her in bed.

~*~

Author Eileen Clark