My ink is drying up and my pen no longer writes smooth
This just can't happen now, to many thoughts I will loose
Fading away this old body, still more to write, to be heard
My memories and precious images are becoming a bit blurred
My hand shakes, the paper gets wrinkled as I write so fast
But I must write quickly while the thoughts in there still last
Some verses, as I write I laugh, often things were very funny
Then the sad things, my tears make the ink blurred and runny
So pass my writings down to every family child that arrives
Never just store them away in some back room archives
May the pages look well read, the corners torn and tattered
It will be a way of telling me, to you my poems mattered
Author Eileen Clark
Tag: tattered
Grandma’s Quilt With A Hidden Treasure
I got a letter from a very old friend She said my grandma's life has come to an end My grandma lived so many miles and states away I tried to get her to move, she said it's here I'll stay There was a time the farm was pretty nice In my younger years I stayed there once or twice My friend said there's no point in you traveling out here The place is so run down you couldn't trade it for a case of beer So I went there anyway because I figured what have I got to loose The farm is a shack on a dirt road and all I got is dirt in my shoes As the dust settled down something was becoming clear for me to see Hanging on the railing was a quilt and nearby her dog covered with fleas Looking all around this barren land thinking well isn't this just my luck Finding the right folks and do some fancy talking I might make a few bucks As I was doing my planning I spotted a tattered note pinned to the quilt It said, pull a few threads, in the lining there's enough for a mansion to be built Author Eileen Clark 2022
Beautiful Painting by Bob Timberlake ~ collectiblesandarts.com