My Paintings

My Teddy Bear Is Scared

Mommy I'm sorry to wake you up so late
But teddy is scared so it couldn't wait
He heard a loud noise outside our window
Jumping out of bed he then hurt his toe

Mommy can teddy and me stay in your room tonight
He's real scared and he's holding my hand so tight
I know he'll feel better if you turn on a dim light
When morning comes teddy says he will be alright

I bet you will be happy mommy when I get all grown up
You and daddy can replace teddy with a new little pup
Soon I will be big enough to sleep in my bed by myself
Then we can find a place for teddy on my closet shelf

Author Eileen Clark 2022

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Iwona Podlasi?ska and Pinterest
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The Cat On The Road

It seems I have been dumped off in the middle of the night                                          Alone on this road I'm wondering what will be my plight                                             Could it have been that I scratch up the stair railing                                                                         I noticed lately the misters affection for me was failing

Did I get too much hair on the misters black suit                                                        Guess I was wrong in believing he thought I was cute                                                     Maybe it was all the knitting I did on her bedspread                                                          I'll stop knitting and come winter my fur won't shed

In the darkest of nights I see a car slowing down                                                                   Please let it be a nice human from the nearby town                                                        Being scooped up gently into somebody's arms                                                                    I hear them say softly, I mean to do you no harm

I'm taking you home to my family on our very big farm

Author Eileen Clark 2022

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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

~*~

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

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Make October Last

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Fall is the most beautiful time of the year
The October air is crisp and remarkably clear 
Perfect for long walks on dirt country roads
Easing your mind from troublesome loads

Someone raked up a huge pile of leaves
Right in there front yard, what a big tease
I would gladly jump in if someone insists
Even an adult would find it hard to resist

I try to spend some time outside every single day
One windy night could blow all the leaves away
If I had my druthers I would fill my life with cheer
By making October be the twelve months in a year

Author Eileen Clark 2022

                                              

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The Clock

I heard my Mother say last night
The clock is running fast
This puzzled me cause there it stood
Just where I'd seen it last
She also said "it broke a hand
in falling on it's face"
This puzzled me still more because
It didn't show a trace
Of hand or foot or anything
Alive that I could see
The things my Mother says at times
Are odd as odd could be

Author Vere Dargan

One of my favorite poems in the books my mom read from to my two brothers and me. The New Wonder World 1939

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The Dandelion

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

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My Poems ~ Others poems

Cookies and the Moon

Child 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

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Time & Cookies

*
Time quickly goes away,
like cookies on a plate.
Maybe if we bake some more,
We can make time wait.
*

Author Unknown

 

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