Cookies and the Moon

Child Moon 

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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.

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by Carl Sandburg

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Time & Cookies

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Time quickly goes away,

like cookies on a plate.

Maybe if we bake some more,

We can make time wait.

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Author Unknown

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The Grand Creator

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~ 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 baby 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….we do have a Grand Creator!

Poem; Eileen Clark 2018

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The House With Blue Shutters

The House With Blue Shutters

I stayed in the bedroom, the one at top of the stairs

It was my uncles when he was young and had few cares

He’s in the army now serving far away from his home

His mom and dad, my grandparents, live here alone

 

I’m now in his bedroom spending time by myself

Either looking at the big ticking clock on the shelf

Or staring out my window at the house across the way

The one with blue shutters and no children their to play

 

Grandma and grandpa don’t have any swings,

They don’t have any pets, don’t even have toys,

I brought my doll, my jacks and a few other things

On this street live only the old, no other girls and boys

 

I’m back in the bedroom staring out my window into space

Rising from the edge of my bed, oh dear, I can’t be certain

It looks to me to be a slight shadow of a girls face

Peering out the blue shuddered window between the curtain

 

Is this my imagination of something I wanted a whole bunch

Mama always say’s I daydream and pretend way too much

Then I see her smile, she moves, her eyelashes flutter

At last I have a playmate in the house next door with blue shutters

 

~ Eileen 2011 ~

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Often my poems come from something going on in my own life. This poem comes from my childhood.
I had two brothers and myself me being the youngest, so I stayed at my grandmothers house more then the boys, they were in school.
I did stay in my uncles bedroom. It was in the early forty’s. My uncle joined the army. He was a young single man where as my dad who was a little older had a wife and three little kids, me being about four. He also was called upon by the government but because of the wife, three kids, and flat feet, he didn’t qualify for service.
Unlike today where grandparents have a bedroom set aside for their grandbaby’s, filled with toys, video games, TV’s and computers.
In my day my grandparents saved the Sunday funny papers for us. My grandpa had a couple of puzzles up on the closet shelf that he brought down when I came for a weekend and he always bought me Neapolitan ice cream. There you have it !
I brought my doll, jump rope, and a coloring book with my box of crayons.
Their was a white house right next to my grandparent house and it did have blue shutters on the windows.
I did sit on the edge of my uncles bed looking out my bedroom window at the window in that house, all of this is true.
The part I made up was that their actually was a child in that other house in the window, there wasn’t.
That of course was my imagination, which I had a big one. It use to make my mother very angry.
I always was getting into trouble at school for “daydreaming”.
My grandparents did live in a neighborhood with very fine houses and older well established people residing in them.
There were no other kids on that block.

There Are Tigers In That House !!

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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, one day when your grandfather Jeff and I, your great- grandfather Lincoln and

great-grandmother Ruth, were coming home from a fair. We were on a highway in a suburb 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 sense David was always talking about apes and tigers, and we had just been at 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 litterly got booed by a few in the car but 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 said, “we keep going until we see the house with the tigers in it.” hahaha 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 Moly !!!!! This beautiful house had tigers inclosed in their garage, David did see it. My father in-law pulled right in the driveway, parked the car, and we all just gazed at the sight and praised David up and down.Always pay attention to what your child is telling you Chelsea,

I was so glad I did.

 

Grandma’s Porch

Grandma’s Porch
Makes me want to be their,

Sitting in the rocking chair,

The smell of Apple pie in the air
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Little granddaughter with her Teddy bear,

Sitting in the other chair,

The smells of Autumn everywhere,
Makes me want to be their.
Eileen 2012