Children can make your life a joy
They can leave you with a smile
Many a time you can enjoy
Just watching their little smiles.
Children can make your life worth living
And really make you care
As you keep on giving
To make their life so fair.
Children can ease away all pain
With a simple "I Love You"
Or even take away the rain
when the day is so blue.
Children aren't always angels
Little imps they can be
They can even sound like bells
But a blessing they are to me.
Some people say poems are for fools
With this I don't agee
For me words become tools
The poems a part of me.
Within these lines I say what I feel
Whether I am blue or aglow
These pages may not buy me a meal
But they will help me from being so low.
So upon these pages I do write
No matter what my family thinks
All my feelings dark or light
And the heck with what anyone thinks.
So today you are nineteen
And full of life
With no dark spots to be seen
Your life is without strife.
May every birthday bring the joy
that this one has
Let every day of the year be a joy
So you may remember what a year it was
written for my daughter Dawn's 19th
birthday 1/14/79
My horse was white as a snowflake,
and I named her Stormy Dawn.
She was foaled at dawn's early break
on a beautiful green lawn.
Stormy and I became pals
and she was easy to break.
Although only two she was all brawn.
Stormy loved to run and at times
she wouldn't brake.
My horse and I use to ride fast
like a fawn.
Last Christmas Day she fell on a
slope near a lake.
We stayed with her till dawn.
Stormy died before the daybreak.
I lost a good friend that early dawn.
written as a tribute to my son Carl's horse.
We"ve known you since you were three
Put up with all your chatter
Scolded you when you were naughty
Loved you when you were a delight.
Watched you grow from a child
Into a charming young lady.
Can't say your very brainy
Because of the foolish accident
But we love you anyway.
So here's the little ballerina
That represents part of your life
And as it spins around
Remember the world spins so
And only you can choose
which way your life will follow.
written for a niece that almost killed herself in a stupid accident
As I sit with pin in hand
my thought are on
My one and only son
He will not appreciate my thoughts
since he only enjoys poking fun
at my jotted down lines
Of this I do not care
and will tell him anyway
how dear he is to me
He has always been a joy
as a baby and a teen
and all the in between
He is a very thoughtful son
who has always showed he cared
in his subtle little ways
Though a tease he may be
I would have him no other way
Thank you Father
for sending Carl to me
The colors of me vary
Blue as the sky
when I am sad
Yellow when I am wary
Gold when I am glad
Then I ask why?
Green as the grass when doing something new
Pink as a lady slipper
when trying to be a lass
Orange when being true
Red while being dapper
Black in my worse mood
Brown is when I am gloomy
Silver when all is aglow
All the colors show my mood
And all are me
when I am high or low
