He makes me feel special when he holds me this night,
And I say a little prayer that it all turns out alright.

So when someone tells you they have always been honest with you,
how are you supposed to know if it is really true?

But what is honesty for one is not always honesty for the other.
Some people will draw a line for themselves
then draw a different one for another.

If you think your being honest with your mate
Think again as they may perceive things differently.

Society of today full of greed
Does teach our children lots, which is not good.
They see the greed and they misunderstood.
The base of greed is evil spawn indeed,
They think that gold is what they need to heed
To make a life of good.  But if I could
Tell them today is it so bad, I would.
I would tell them this path do not proceed.

So turn away my children dears, and hear
What I have said.  Do not let greed get near.
Do not let greed get in your heart and soul
For once it sticks and holds it will control
Your life. Then you will be no good you see
For evil will control the life of thee.

Giving from the heart is one of the most joyful things we can do
and in return the giving and happiness comes right back at you.

In sacrificing yourself, you are actually saying, “I will do without”
But when you give of yourself you are sharing without a doubt.

And when your feeling a joy from within, you don’t even have to think,
It feels like a natural overflow, and the world is in sync.

Thank you so much for the happiness you share with me,
because I have so much more to give, and that is the key!

As I opened the gift, and saw my new friend.
All you could hear was a cry of joy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

My dad thought is was silly to see.
when I worried more that my doll might fall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.

I talked and I talked and never did stop.
Just like my new friend, that I now did enjoy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

Note:From that day on my fathers nick name for me was Chatty Kathy.
My real name is Kathleen and I love to talk.

I think it might have been a bit of wit,
But then I think it might have been a spark
So now I must decide and then submit
A poem.  Then write the poem and make my mark.

I could have picked a poem about a lark,
And told of how to flew across the room.
I could have picked a poem about the dark,
And told of how the dark can be a tomb.

As you can see I wrote this poem of this,
A mind’s first thought can be like cheese of Swiss.

 

Luck O’ Irish, this I have with pride,
Especially with crocks of gold I do hide.
Pots and crocks of gold, you do pursue,
Rainbows, rainbows, is my big clue,
Even if you think you can find my
Crock of gold, It’s mine to have and to hold.
Having a trick that is special to me,
All you will get is ashes, don’t you see.
Understand this when next we do meet,
Nothing is faster than my small tiny feet.

Oldest memories of a time long ago
I thought was just a dream set aglow.

Water surrounds the world I see
and it was closing in on me.

The red of blood through waters deep
draw closer now with no sound to speak.

A symbol now is what does reveal and spark
A wavy shape, I see, of two white crossed marks.

II

If not a dream, then what memory
And what does this memory mean?

The truth be known in later years
That it was a memory with tears.

My oldest memories that haunts me to this day
Is of a time where death called but I got away.

For I fell into a pool as a young baby of three
And to the bottom sinking down soft and free.

As a gallant man jumped in to save the young lass
And he wore swimming trunks of red with white crosses

A thing that was in my mind now and then
that would haunt me for all time and again.

People can think what they wish.
Only don’t call ME a poet.
Every time I give it a try,
The wife sits down and cries.

&

Loved that her Non Poet tried,
And wrote her, his first sweet poem.
Doing the best he could, knowing that
Yard work would be much more fun.
Keeping true to his thought,
And taking all that he had.
The poem for her was priceless.