The House With Blue Shutters

I stayed in the bedroom, one at the 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 there to play
　
Grandma and grandpa don't have any yard 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 old folks, no little girls and boys
　
Is it my imagination because of something I want there to be
Because it looks like a young person is looking back at me
Then I see her smile, she moves and her eyelashes flutter
At last I have a playmate in the house with the blue shutters

 Author Eileen Clark  

This poem comes from my childhood and I did stay often at my grandparents house while my brothers were in school. Unlike today where grandparents have a bedroom set aside for their grandchildren filled with toys, video games, TV’s and computers. 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. I brought my doll, jump rope, and a coloring book with my box of crayons. There was a white house next to my grandparents house and it did have blue shutters. I did sit on the edge of my uncles bed looking out the bedroom window and wishing there were kids living in that house. The part I made up was that their actually was a child in that house, there wasn’t but how I so wished there was.  My grandparents did live in a neighborhood with very fine houses and older well established people residing in them, there were no children living on that block or any streets near by.

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My Kitty And Me

My kitty’s name is Simply Sweet
My Daddy found her on the street
She was so skinny, shivering and cold
Guess she was only a couple of weeks old

She hid in the pocket of my Daddy’s big coat
Poked her head up, a meow slipped outta her throat
I knew right then she’d be my best friend
For always and ever, till the very end

I’m all grown up now, I’m almost three
Mommy say’s big enough to take care kitty
I’m an only child but not alone anymore
Kitty and me share toys, my bed, and
milk on the floor

Author Eileen Clark~ 2012

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My Toys When I Was Six

Cat In The Window

My Missy goes out the door every day,
All alone and lonely here I stay.
She leaves me food water and toys to play,
Even so she’s gone and my days are gray.
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Where we live their is no yard with grass,
No fields of hay, or lakes with Bass.
Only buildings with brick and windows of glass.
The days are long and time slow to pass.
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I eat and drink and watch out the window,
When it’s time for her here, I seem to know.
My hair stands up, my heart skips a beat,
I jump off the chair and run to her feet .*

It seems that every few days, not sure I know,
Why she doesn’t rush out the door to go.
In the big chair she sits and reads while on
her lap I sit and purr,
Then watching TV together, she runs her
hands through my fur.
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But I know, again and again my Missy will leave,
And again I will look out the window and grieve.
So alas she tells me when she’s home it’s a weekend,
And always and always on them I can depend.
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Author Eileen Clark

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