Poems

Grandmother's Pantry

Grandmother's pantry was never bare,

Always plenty of good things to eat there.

Homemade cookies and candy so yummy,

Sure tasted good and filled my tummy.

Grandfather would come in,

And then he'd ask,

Have you seen Little Mary,

I gave her a task.

Oh, she'll be here,

Grandmother would say,

Just give her a minute

She's on her way.

He didn't know,

What I'd been doing.

At least I didn't think so.

But Grandfather was grinning.

He knew all along,

What I'd been up to,

I'd come out with a song,

Grandfather, there's work to do.

Let's get it done,

Just me and you.

Before you know it,

We'll be all through.

Written By MJ January 6, 2008.

Grandmother's Swing

My Grandmother's Swing

Where we'd sit for hours, 

To hear the birds sing,

And watch  as the fledglings soar.

She'd swing so slowly,

My head upon her lap,

Ever so slightly,

While I took my nap.

I miss my grandmother's swing,

From so long ago,

I was so young,

And she was growing old.

My grandmother's swing

Has long since gone,

Along with my Grandmother,

But not for long.

For I will be with her,

In her arms once more,

My head upon her lap,

And we will soar.

Like the fledglings

Learning to fly,

We'll be in Heaven,

She and I.

Written By MJ January 06, 2008

Friends Are Angels 

Anonymous

  

Our friends are like angels

Who brighten our days

In all kinds of wonderful

Magical ways

Their thoughtfulness comes

As a gift from above

And we feel we're surrounded

By warm, caring love

Like upside-down rainbows

Their smiles bring the sun

And they fill ho-hum moments

With laughter and fun

Friends are like angels

Without any wings

Blessing our lives

With the most precious things