~ POETRY ~
Events in my everyday life has given me all I need to be a poet. Be it happy or sad I write about it. Below are some of my poetry I have written as day to day living is my destiny to what I write about. God bless.
Hope you enjoy ...
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Baby Time …
Woke up early in the a.m.
Rubbing my sleepy eyes
Felt so wet and warm
To me that’s no surprise
Baby is due anytime
Water breaking was my token
Waking Daddy with a push
“Hurry now, I have spoken!”
Pacing around to find the light
Get dressed quickly it is time
“Hurry Daddy we got to go -
It will happen anytime!”
Here we are the three of us
Pacing and worrying so
Watching as she pants and breaths
Quietly she lets them flow
Six little Chihuahuas born this morning
The cutest sight to see!
Three little girls and three little boys
“Oh my did you think it was me?”
~Sylvia Allison~
1/12/07
Our little Sapphire gave birth to six puppies
on November 28th 2006 –
They are now six and a half weeks
Doctor says they are very healthy
and ready to explore the world.
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Computer Addict?
Cup of coffee in the morning
As we sit and talk a while
Doggies are all fed
Routinely our lifestyle
Then it’s a kiss or two goodbyes
Out the door he goes
Here I sit at the computer
An addict, do you suppose?
Writing is my hobby
Words to make my day
When my mind goes blank
It’s Pogo - time to play!
With solitaire I’m happy
Tri-peaks is quite challenging
But as I play I must say
Words in my mind are re-arranging
So it’s back to the keyboard
Where I really do my best
For tears and smiles I show you
How it feels to be obsessed.
~Sylvia~
1/11/07
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Grandma’s Hands …
Alone she sat in her room
Bed made up, everything neat
Gently she rubbed her frail little hands
“Sit down”, she said as she patted the seat
“See these hands so scarred and worn?
They’ve really been through a lot
Oh, they’ve held more babies and such
Lots of things I had forgot –
My child I tell you to take care of your hands
For they’re so important you see
They’ve wrote letters and cards to Grandpa
While he went away from me
Cooking meals and baking
Kept the house cleaned and tidied up
Early in the morning as I awoke
Warmed these hands with a coffee cup
You see these hands are special
They’ve done so much for me
Held you while you cried
Doctored on your little skinned knee
Waved goodbye as you went away
As you trotted through life so fast
Oh the memories of these hands
Tell so much that’s in the past.”
Slowly I took her hand in mine
And reminded her I loved her so
Without her love and these tiny hands
No memories could I bestow?
~Sylvia~
1/21/07
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