My Paintings

Green Thumb

You remember I wrote a poem for my granddaughter called “Apple Pie And Grammy,” well my granddaughter just wrote a poem for me called, “Green Thumb” and I want to share it with you today.

My Grammy taught me many things, From interior design to growing things. Full of energy I couldn’t sit still, She gave me work ethic, a valuable skill.

She’d wheel around, shouting orders from her throne, Our back yard looked like a flower shop for our home. On rainy days she hurt too much to leave the bed, So we watched movies cuddled up instead.

From cooking and baking I was critiqued, Eating at least one bite just to please me. Oh how I miss those days, though I’ll never forget; The growing love between my Grammy, my friend.

By Taylor Grzyb – 2022

My granddaughter Taylor

Green Thumb Image: etsy.com

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My Paintings

The Dresser Drawer

An ordinary room that hides a sad secret
Only she knows where she has to keep it
Sitting against the wall in her spare room
In the third drawer holds  yesterday’s gloom

So long ago from her past are the letters
One would hope that time would make it better
Not so, for the drawer has been locked from the start
Holding the sadness that’s still locked in her heart

Open the bedroom door, open the dresser drawer
Open the window and let the new light in
Fear no more tomorrows, fear no more sorrows
Tear up the memories that tied you to him

Make new wishes, let light come through your door
Tie a bright ribbon around a love that last forever more
Look in the mirror and see a new life like never before
Make vanish the secrets hidden in that old dresser drawer

Author Eileen
Clark

Image: http://vintagejunky.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html

My Paintings

The First Robin

Welcome, welcome, little stranger,
    Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
    For you sing, “Sweet Spring is near.”

Now the white snow melts away;
    Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come, dear bird, and build your nest,
    For we love our robin best.

Poem by Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was one of four daughters born to Bronson and May Alcott. Louisa worked from an early age to help with expenses. She worked as a governess, a seamstress, a laundress, and a nurse but, at heart, she was always a writer. Her first book was published at the age of 23. Louisa’s best known work is Little Women, which has never been out of print since it was first published in 1868; it has been translated into more than fifty languages.

Beautiful Painting by Susan Bourdet’s  Garden Delights- Robins

My Poems

My April Cat

It’s been a long cold winter,

Inside this house I sat.

I’m told that’s what cats do,

Sit around and get fat.

I want to go  out now and run,

But every day there is no sun,

I hear Missy say April showers,

Will bring butterflies and flowers.

I know the time will be here soon,

I remember chasing stuff  last June.

And next to follow is mid summer,

Using the litter box has been a bummer.

by Eileen Clark  April 2022

Image:https://www.lovethispic.com/image/154978/cat-watching-rain-out-window

Poems

What Is A Cat ?

Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.

Purrs to signal
“all is well”
and show more love
than words can tell.

Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.

A friendship
that will last and grow,
small wonder
why we love them so.

Author Unknown

My Poems ~ Others poems

Farewell To The Farm

The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

by Robert Louis Stevensons

When I was six my two older brothers and I lived in a big old farm house. It had a chicken coop filled with chicks and a rooster. We also had two huge pigs, one Irish Setter and a couple of cats. At summer’s end my parents, aunt and uncle and us three kids actually went out in a big wagon with side boards that had clamps holding pitch forks and we gathered up cut down hay from the fields, piled it up in the wagon, brought it to the barn and loaded it up in the second level of the barn up to the rafters. 

When the work was done my parents would place a large pile of hay on the ground right under the small open door in the top of the barn. When the day was at end, the wagon was empty, and the grown ups were tired, thirsty, and hungry, they left us to play. Our playing was climbing up the ladder and jumping out the small door and landing on the pile of hay on the ground, repeating this action over and over until it got dark or mom called us in

Image:https://www.appalachianhistory.net/2021/04/the-vanished-community-of-lost-cove.html

My Poems

The Caregivers

Unknown to others all around

But truly known to only one

Energy and listening abound

For them your work is never done

Providing not just care but love

Keeping a smile, hiding a tear

Someone is watching from above

You are holding back their fear

When all is said and all is done

From the earth this one is gone

Family members to you will tell

Dear caregiver, you’ve done well

Eileen Clark 2011

images-http://www.holdinghandsgroup.org/

My Quotes & Others Quotes

Love & Booze

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There are two things in life that can cause us to make complete fools of ourselves,

One is  inexcusable the other uncontrollable,

Being drunk or being in love.

Eileen

 Image:http://vectortoons.com/product/a-drunken-man-tumbling-down-on-the-floor/