I was going through some of my things and came across some poems I wrote long ago. I like poems, however, they have to rhyme. Here a few of my creations. They aren't that amazing, but I thought they might bring back some good memories.
To Kimberly and Joseph, December 1999
We found the car in the Target parking lot
when we were out shopping for gifts
You think that when you leave the house
That we will never know
All the things you say and do
And the places that you go
But now you see that you were wrong
It isn’t as it seems
So take this five bucks anyway
And gobble some igreams
( igreams is how the children pronounced ice cream when they were little)
May 2000 Joseph’s Eagle Court of Honor
Slide presentation
Cuts, scrapes, broken bones
And a sprain or two
Stitches, stitches, and some more
What’s a mother to do?
Look closely at each picture
And you will see unfold
A sampling of his injuries
There’s many more untold
Now this part comes to an end
At least we hope it will
No matter, he is old enough now
And soon, he’ll be stuck with the bill
For Joseph on his 20th birthday
Three little ghosties
All in a row
Excitement for your b-day
On their faces it does show
We wish that we could be there
To sing our special song
With hip, hip, hurrahs
The third one held so long
Twenty years now come and gone
Many funny stories to tell
But also ones of love and joy
Service, friendship, and work as well
We love you more than you can know
And yes, my nose is red
Because you are my favorite
As I have always said
To Harry, inside a Christmas card
As you approach a brand new year
And the last draws to a close
Remember the joy of family and friends
And the blessings God freely bestows
So greet the year with a thankful heart
For the chance to begin anew
And fill the months with time well spent
With those you love and you
For Ethan going on his mission
meet feet
greet feet
tracting will be neat feet
sleet feet
heat feet
weather will not beat feet
meat feet
beet feet
all foods he will eat feet
fleet feet
elite feet
rise above defeat feet
sheet feet
pleat feet
with no companions he’ll compete feet
treat feet
treat feet
treats we’ll send to eat feet
feat feet
entreat feet
our love will not deplete feet
Mom
5 comments:
Did Everyone read these poems carefully? If you did you would notice Mom's declaration of who truely is the favorite.
We all know that Mom just feels sorry for Joseph--that's why she tries to make him feel better by saying he's the favorite. Everyone know that this is not true.
~Kimberly
Everyone know that this is not true? Hmm. Someone needs a grammar lesson :)
-Joseph
You know, Joseph, when you have to resort to tactics like that in an argument you've just run out of valid statements. Not that I'm siding with Kimberly- let's make that clear- both of you are wrong. Of course I am the favorite- Mom cries every day because she misses me so much.
*Weese*
LOL! I agree with Elise, sort of. How can you possibly be the favorite when you don't have her eyes? Hmmm?! You cannot!
~Kimberly
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