Children

The bard has long since passed away,

leaving us the beauty of his works

We laugh, we cry and wonder amongst 

the stories of yesterday.

Picking up the Christmas Carol, 

David Copperfield.

The poems, he wrote for his children,

a prayer of ‘Child’s Hymn ‘ still yields. 

A comfort for the children now, 

and brings to us his endearment.

for children in the world, 

who struggle below the bough. 

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A blessed and warm Martin Luther King Day.  I so remember when I was a tiny child picking up my brilliant Uncle with the Grandparents.    I know it was the first time I had been to the train station.  I was a reader and I read early.  I remember distinctly needing to go to the restroom.  I wandered into the restroom, and I read over the door, whites only.  I thought to myself, what does that mean?  I even questioned if that was the case where did the other people go?  It was a deep feeling and just the beginning of many such experiences in the south.  

I reared my children to never see color, but character.  They still base their friendships on this premise.  

when the bow breaks

we will all know

the trees are now rotten

the grass does not grow

birds will stop singing

the lion’s unrest

will roar into nothing

we all will be his guest.

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I think I see

A coke and smile

I will walk

a million miles

just for a coke,

and smile.

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What would we have done without Dr. Seuss,

his clever rhyming his cats and his goose.

It puts wonder on faces of all ages.

As we turn and look at the colorful pages.

I have his books, he gave to us all

“The Cat and the Hat,” made us feel so tall.

As he wondered throughout our imagination

The young and the old; a fond education.

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I heard footsteps ever so quiet

They carried with them

a world of might

sounding of innocence

and tomorrow’s hope

silent the wind,

as it whirls above…

Protect this wonder

this shadow,

this child of love…

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This should be a blank page,

but it is not…

Because now we have little ones

massacred in playful steps

while celebrating their last

Days of school.

Receiving honors for hard work,

looking forward to hazy days

and ice cream reasons.

Instead it is replaced

with Gurneys carrying out limp

souls of young bodies

dangling from under discrete sheets.

Screams are heard in meeting

places as families receive the news.

Darkness takes place,

” when we were A couple of kids”

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We sparkle , we stand

In the light , in the sand

We are strong against the dark.

We are women making our mark.

We sparkle and we stand .

In the light , in the sand .

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He put his arm around me

Told me it was going to be ok.

This virus will not last forever 

It will not stay…

My uncle told me that he loved me

the virus will go away

the vaccines are helping

this virus will not stay.

He will be a friend to call on

or a buddy to play ball

a confidant to share with

the switch games and all.

He put his arm around me

told me it was going to be ok.

The virus will not last forever,

this virus will not stay.

Love

The moon is out

The ghost about

In this soon to be

🎃 Halloween.

I run in fright

In the night

And hope to not be seen.

But the Casper winks

The pumpkins blink

As I pass the hallow team

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