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| Three little Darlings ’ three little darlings bounce around awaiting the arrival of Christmas morn’. Two gather stockings to go on the hearth each choosing a special one to adorn. Isabell five, found a favorite pink one, while Marisah four, selected one in red. Mother hung this tiny, tiny blue sock too, while Bradley just looked up overhead. O’ two little darlings reach into boxes for saved gifts to be hung on the tree. On tippy toes, Isabell reaches way up high, and Marisah fills lower ones with glee. Images of Rudolf, Frosty and Santa, all are painted in Isabell’s dreams. Marisah remembers the candy canes, and chocolates filled with yummy creams. O’ one little darling just sits on the floor, clutching tightly his small favorite toy. Eyes locked toward lit bulbs and tinsel, and his older sisters having such joy. Mother bends over and picks Bradley up, grinning, “Hey, they finally need me!” She guides his small hands to hold a star where they place it on the top of the tree. O’ three little darlings all lined in a row looking way up at this special sight. This Christmas tree’s beauty is given by three, as they dream of it all through the night. |
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| Mamma’s Family kitten sat near baskets of red yarn next to where mamma would darn, but pappy got jealous tossed past the trellis flew the kitten on its way to the barn. A puppy sat near mammas stool at her feet he would grin with a drool, but pappy got green-eyed and the puppy go confined to a new home in the barn so cruel. A baby bird flew in to be consoled right to mamma’s loving hold, but pappy acted scary and even quite contrary forcing the bird to the barn’s icy-cold Inward wandered a lovely red fox snuggling on mamma’s quilting blocks, but pappy got flustered this didn’t cut the mustard sent him out to the barn of hard knocks. Pappy stormed out for some wood grumbling as loud as he could, mamma sat very unhappy from the actions of pappy but finally mamma understood. Inward returned pappy in a huff yelled at mamma saying, “This is enough!” No more animals in the house She yelled, “What a louse,” with a broom pappy was out on his duff. In by the warmth of the fireplace blaze was mamma handing out lovely buffets to puppy and kitten and bird and fox all sit-in’ while pappy now in the barn where he stays. |
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| These are some poems I wrote that are not included in the book. |
| It's Raining Chocolate, Wahoo! To my grand kids t’s raining chocolate, wahoo, it’s raining chocolate, wahoo, while snuggled in your bed lay down your sleepy head, to taste those chocolaty streams that run throughout your dreams. ~~~*~~~ Little one close your heavy eyes get ready for your sleepy surprise and listen to the sweet invite, to enjoy this delicious delight. ~~~*~~~ It’s raining chocolate, wahoo, it’s raining chocolate, wahoo, with castles carved so sweet a brilliant scrumptious retreat all glazed and shining bright in the purest chocolate of white. ~~~*~~~ Little one close your heavy eyes get ready for your sleepy surprise and listen to the sweet invite, to enjoy this delicious delight. ~~~*~~~ It’s raining chocolate, wahoo, it’s raining chocolate, wahoo, flowers grow wild over the hills, indulge in all your delicious thrills, of red, blue, and yellow sweet creams all abound in your magic land of dreams. ~~~*~~~ Little one close your heavy eyes get ready for your sleepy surprise and listen to the sweet invite, to enjoy this delicious delight. ~~~*~~~ It’s raining chocolate, wahoo, it’s raining chocolate, wahoo, with rainbows of colored treats, from the heavens to the streets for you to seize and even taste loads of flavors, not one to waste. ~~~*~~~ Little one close your heavy eyes get ready for your sleepy surprise and listen to the sweet invite, to enjoy this delicious delight. ~~~*~~~ It’s raining chocolate, wahoo, it’s raining chocolate, wahoo, rest upon your sweet bed, marshmallow pillows for your head, underneath your blanket so snug sweet dreams little one with a hug. ~~~*~~~ Little one close your heavy eyes get ready for your sleepy surprise and listen to the sweet invite, to enjoy this delicious delight. It’s raining chocolate, wahoo! It’s raining chocolate, wahoo! |
| I love to read and sing to my grand kids when I have a chance. This is something special I wrote for all three of them. |
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| Fear of the Dark he sun resigns as night invades against my dreary bedroom wall, under the covers my head recedes as ghostly shadows inward crawl. With night, wind begins to whirl brushing against my window pane unearthly sounds impede the calm all peaceful slumber at once is slain. Rat-tat-tatting is heard overhead my rounded eyes must steal a peek, Yet, beneath my bed slowly moves a wicked hand toward my silent shriek. Quivering begins, toes snugly coil as dark terror silhouette’s my sheet suppressing my very last breathe this danger makes way to our meet. Silence fills this impending doom no one on earth can help me now. My fate is sealed as seconds stretch toward all that only horror will allow. Such coldness creeps against me hard as my fabric sanctuary is torn away. Loss of breathe, my body’s now faint eyes weld shut evading fear’s display. Arms clinch tightly around my body . Within me wells up a breathless scream. “It’s alright, my love,” mother whispers, “You were having a bad dream.” My heart begins to beat once more mother re-tucks me in for the night, fear of the dark and all that lurks within soon fades till tomorrow’s new fright. |
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| Waiting waiting the decision of what may become, all these scattered thoughts leaves me emotionally numb. Combined in clever rhyme and in a unique rhythmic style, bound for everyone to see would be so worthwhile. Patience is what I yearn to help fulfill my days, praying to be taken serious in this most important phase. |
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