Hand Me Downs
I was the one who they called the knee baby.
Not sure why , I am the one in the cap,
I stood as tall as the rest of my siblings.
I always had an impish smile; they said.
Worn out pants handed down by someone.
I never knew we were not rich.
My Grandparents never ‘let on.’
©. CMM. 2020
One Tree
One tree this year.
A time to remember.
We miss our loved ones
In this Covid December .
We will not forget
We are still in hope.
While many have lost
and now have to cope.
We light the candles
We cut the cake.
Pray for the lost,
different memories we make.
CMM © 2020
Fright
The little goblins have left their mark
their ghastly decor glows in the dark
They are prepared for the spooky nights,
witches and ghost and lots of frights.
The purple haze glows all about,
cider brews until it is stout
Soon the long waiting will abate
days grow shorter, darkness stays late.
So walk among the Halloween’s play
Come and see but do not stay.
It is meant to make you scared
for all the ‘trick or treats’ who dare.
© CMM 2020
Tom Sawyer
Tom Sawyer would be proud
Of the curiosity he shows
His wonder and discovery
A small rock he throws
Standing an looking
He thinks once more,
To collect another rock and
throws off to distant shore.
Dedicated to my Grandson
© CMM 2020
Green Socks and Pink Sparkles
Her faithful wish each day
her green socks and pink sparkle shoes
Would always stay
On her feet looking down
She would see magic in her green socks
And sparkles all around
Her Mom would ask
Let’s take the shoes off for a while
It will help them last
The Princess looked away
Very surprised and shook her head
” no, thank you , not today”
CMM. © 2020
Mother’s Day
‘A Walk Among the Brushes’, Christine McNeill-Matteson
AGATHOS, Volume 8, Issue 2 (15): 103-109 © www.agathos-international-review.com CC BY NC 2017
1st Sunday of Advent
A wakeful glimpse
Into darkness that helps us
See past into the light
CMM @ 2018
Stephanie
My Gaelic daughter,
A child of grace.
A spirited heart,
An angelic face.
Fears of a mother
Go ahead of her steps.
No greater joy,
Her pain is kept.
Walk among the clover,
Feed under the thatch.
Angels go as you rover .
A lassie of no match.
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