Staying On The Train

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 fear

Trying 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 more

I 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

Image:janguarinofineart.com

My Freckles

Please don't laugh when you look at me                                                               I'm not a happy kid as you well can see                                                             What you notice first, my face is freckled                                                       Because of so many, I often get heckled

My dad has none and my mom has but two                                                          My older brother and sister have just a few                                                         They didn't bother me, didn't make me blue                                                           While I was little the freckles stayed little too


Then as I started to grow one could plainly see                                                 These freckles were starting to take over all of me                                                 My brother was encouraging and always steadfast                                             Assuring me that soon enough this will all pass


As you can see little brother my freckles disappeared                                            You'll grow up handsome like me, so there's nothing to fear                               Because your still so young, all of this may sound a bit weird 

But if you still have freckles when your a man, 
just grow a beard

Author Eileen Clark  2022

Image:https://www.viewbug.com/blog/we-love-freckles-photo-contest-finalists

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

Thomas Augustine Daly was an Irish-American poet who is more commonly referred to as T A Daly. He was a very popular writer, mainly poetry, but he had many articles published in newspapers and magazines. He also made a good living on the lecturing and after-dinner speaking circuit where he would often recite his own poetry to appreciative audiences. His style was mostly humorous and he wrote in a curious mixture of mock Italian-American and Irish-American dialect.

Read More: https://mypoeticside.com/poets/thomas-augustine-daly-poems

 My mom read this often to my brothers and me and every time it made me cry.  The image and poem was in this book

The New Wonder World 1939 ~ The Child In The Home

Spring

Spring!

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children’s poems, including “Goblin Market” and “Remember”. Wikipedia

Born: December 5, 1830, London, United Kingdom

Died: December 29, 1894, Torrington Square

Garden Image:wayfair.com

Susan Rios Hollyhock House by Susan Rios – Print on Canvas