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To
Mother If I
could see you
Just one more time,
I would hand you a red flower.
You would tuck it behind your ear,
And you would dance.
You would lift your arms
Above your head,
And shining face raised toward the sky,
You would smile,
And I would watch you twirl.
Dotter
©2004
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Wearin’ the Green
He lay back wearily
upon pillows piled high,
His once bright eyes
dull with pain.
A weak smile pulled
at his lips, as shaking hand
Cleaved through once
abundant hair,
Now thinned by toxic
treatments.
"Now listen to me,
Dotter.
There’s things ya be
needin’ ta know,
About where yer
people come from -
And land so green,
it would tear yer heart.
Dotter, stop yer
cryin’! We must be partin’ soon.
And if ya be wantin’
to remember me - I can tell ya the way.
So hush. Hush. Hush.
Dotter, remember
your roots!
And every year - be
wearin’ the green!
Wear it with pride,
girl - yer head held high!
For it’s poets ya
come from,
Aye and great men
and women too,
Who would not be
held down!
And don’t ye be,
girl. Don’t ye be.
Dotter
© 2004
I miss you Da |
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To Mark
Are you a mere man, or a
god
Sent to mortal woman as a
gift?
Beloved of the gods
Divinely tall and divinely
fair.
Will Zeus envy Adonis his
eartlhy tryst?
Or will he smile,
And allow Elysium
To rule on earth.
© 1987
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My
Love
You have given me the job I never weary of,
The name I will never change nor give to another.
You have made me the person I wish to be remembered as.
You have made me Mother.
For you have brought more joy then I knew existed.
You have filled my heart with song.
You have brought me to the one place
Where I know I belong.
© 2004
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Christopher
As a
child you have taught me patience,
Generosity, faith and truth.
You've taught me the art of selflessness,
And the right paths to choose.
You have raised me even higher
Than I ever thought I'd be.
I am a far, far better person
Since I first held you close to me.
You are my life, you are my treasure,
My hope, my heart, my joy.
You are my wellspring of happiness.
You are my Beautiful Boy.
©2004
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Teddies
Teddies from Ohio
Are very special bears.
They don’t act the least
bit uppity,
Or put on fancy airs.
They’re modest folk, these
teddies,
And love the simple things
-
Like parks and Spring and
picnics,
And admiring butterfly
wings.
If you ever see a Buckeye
Bear
‘Midst wild flowers tall
and sweet,
Sit on down and talk a
spell
To the greatest folks
you’ll meet.
©2004
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It is a purple day today,
And jeweled hummingbird
wings
Beat the scented air
With iridescent beauty.
I cry out in awe!
My heart sings,
And lovingly soars
To the great dome of
Heaven.
My trembling spirit bows in
awe
Before the Ultimate Being,
Who created this beauty
And the magical wonder.
©2004
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Snow
Snow is falling softly
Covering our town this
night.
God is showing off again
With a blanket of sparkling
white.
Snow castles and snowballs,
Snowflakes with promises of
fun.
Hurry, hurry, rush outside!
Taste them on your tongue!
Snow angels and sledding
Down a favorite hill,
The smell of crisp,
cold, cleanness
Evokes a pleasant chill.
Soft, white lace falling
From a winter sky.
Twirling with abandon
Christmas time is nigh.
©2004
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Snowman
Snow is a snowman,
Before he got himself
together.
Of course, how cool he is
Depends completely on the
weather.
© 1978
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Candy
Candy wants out,
Then skids to halt,
And glares as if it's all
my fault!
As if with cunning, sneaky
might
I'd whipped up all that
snow last night!
Reva McDaniel
© to Debra Shiveley Welch
2004
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The Farmer
The farmer plows his field.
The horse, panting, sweating,
Fights the hard dirt, stubborn
dirt,
Full of obstacles and setbacks.
Foot over foot, dirt over dirt
– onward.
The wooden plow digs in and
makes a small path,
Gaping – waiting for the seeds
–
Ready for their parody of
growth – of life.
The farmer’s face is stoic and
he coughs.
I am the farmer.
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