Dandelion, to a gardener no word could be worse From a man's lips it's often combined with a curse The neighbor smirks as he looks over your fence Lotta good it did what with the money you spent They pop up by the thousands in the middle of the night Right after you mowed all day, it just doesn't seem right Along busy highways standing fearless strong and tall Out of cement sidewalks, tar roads and brick walls And yet if you should pick one and study it for a bit Beyond the word Dandelion you'd have a better fit I tell you for certain, what will take your breath away Is when your child hands you a dandelion bouquet Author Eileen Clark
The Grand Creator
If you ever wonder, ever doubt
What this big world is all about
If you question life, if you really need to know
When the morning sun streams through your window
And you catch your breath at the glow of your child
Laughing and hugging the softest sweetest little kitten
The answers can be found, you know where it is written
Just sit very still and watch everything that is great get even greater
Then you just have to know the answer is yes, we do have a Grand Creator
Eileen Clark 2018
Walk a Little Slower Daddy
Author Unknown ~ The image is on a greeting card designed and sold by Katami.
What Do You See?
What do you see nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man not very wise,
Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, I do wish you’d try!
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty, my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At Twenty five, now I have young of my own.
Who needs me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, I’m young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my wife is now dead.
I look at the future and I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing of their own.
And I think of the years and love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcas a young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes people, open and see.
Not a cranky old man, look closer and see me!
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this anonymous poem winging across the Internet.
This picture is done by an Amazing 16-Year-Old Girl Named Shania McDonagh Who Wins National Art Competition With Stunning Hyper-Realistic Pencil Portrait.
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Cookies and the Moon
The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
by Carl Sandburg
Time & Cookies
Time quickly goes away,
like cookies on a plate.
Maybe if we bake some more,
We can make time wait.
There Are Tigers In That House !
My granddaughter just had her first child and I wanted to give her something to keep in her head as she goes through life raising her children. I told her about an experience I had with my son David. One of the very important things as a parent to do is always pay attention to what your child is telling you. I did try to do that but believe at times I may have failed. It was before your mom was born Chelsea, one day when your grandfather, you dad Jeff and I, your great-grandfather Lincoln and great-grandmother Ruth were coming home from a fair.
We were on a highway in a suburban type area, beautiful homes set back from the road with nice manicured yards. My son David, who was three at the time, started shouting, “There are tigers in that house, there are tigers in that house!” We all laughed since David was always talking about apes and tigers, and we had just been to a fair. As we kept moving along down the highway I could see David was really upset. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and said, “Mommy, I really did see tigers in that house, honest Mommy.” I pleaded with my father in-law that we must turn around and go back.
I literally got booed by a few in the car, but this time with a little sharper tone in my voice Gramps did turn the car around and back we went. It was going to be pretty hard to know how far back we had to go because no one saw the house with tigers and so which kind of house do you look for ? What color was it, was it big or small ? I then said, we should keep going until we see the house with the tigers in it, after all, he shouted it out as soon as he thought he saw them. You can imagine how well that went over. Everyone was nonchalant about it but David and I kept our eyes glued to the left side of the road because he did know what side the house was on.
Holy Molly ! This beautiful house had two big tigers enclosed in their garage, David did see it. My father in-law pulled right into the driveway, parked the car, and we all just gazed at the awesome sight of the two big tigers and praised David up and down. Always pay attention to what your child is telling you Chelsea, I was so glad I did!
Author Eileen Clark