Family Poems (502)

I never knew the flower that fell, I never knew, who you were, I never knew you, I never knew my heart would break, only for,,for your sake, and now I feel, that life goes on,,, without your perfect song,, an angelic beauty born to be,, for you,, and for me

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I posted my first video on facebook last week
It was my brother and sister on Christmas day around 1965
I don't know for sure, just guessing at their ages
We had some old reel to reel filmstrips coverted to vhs in 2000
I converted them to dvd just last week
Then I converted them to digital this week
I put off getting the cell phone till the beginning of this month
Now I have my dad spilling my brother out in a red wagon
My family hanging out with their 1965 cars
And my last pic was of me laughing at a TV show around 1973
The pics I saw at the craft fair were different
They were hand drawn pictures of animals like deer and cardinals on real leaves
I didn't buy any
But I did buy a brownie

my monster doesn't lurk or hide to spring out to attack you.
no he sneaks up on you he doe's.
he is very cunning is my monster.
he arrives by capsule or pram.
and i pick him up or he gets handed to me , doe's my monster.
and when i have him, he lays in my giant old arms.
he looks up and he see's me , his eyes go big and huge and then my monster grins.
a huge big grin , yes he doe's.
he is in his granddad's arms looking up,he smiles , with big eyes open.
then my monster blows bubbles.
he knows he is safe in these old arms and protected and loved.
watched over by his grand mum and his nog who have both pass on now.
as he falls sleep cuddled into my old hard arms.
he smiles and he blows bubbles.
he is my monster, my grandson.

She sits alone in her own little home
Waiting for the doorbell to ring
There are photos on the wall that she can recall
All the wonderful memories they do bring
There’s a teapot on the table with a cosy named mable
With a plate of homemade cookies to the side
There’s a warmth in this home and even though she’s alone
She has no reason to hide
There’s a hairy old cat that she loves to have a chat
Keeps her company through and through
But it’s the ring of the bell she knows to well
That will lift her spirits new…….

*W*hen children are born it's a wonderous thing.
*H*earing it's cry opens mothering love.
*E*very new heartbeat reminds us of spring.
*N*ew life, new hope from creator above.

*A*nyone being there, around this place

*C*herishes memories, stores more to last.
*H*oarding the smile of an innocent face,
*I*nter-relating with memories past.
*L*earning to know a wind-grin from a smile
*D*eepens the contact and makes us feel great.

*I*n these deep moments we all have a while
*S*miling and cooing to try and translate.

*B*ut all the laughter and joy that we know
*O*pens in us 'cause a child made it so.
*R*ight at the start when it made our heart sing,
*N*obody questioned this feeling of love

*I*f we looked closer it would make our heads ring
*T*o know what a treasure we've got from above.

*I*n wiser moments, that sweet little face
*S*orts our soul-searching, erases our past.

*A*ll of our failings will go to a place,

*M*ended by one little smile that is vast.
*I*n one split second they cure us of bile,
*R*ages are buried and anger can wait.
*A*fter a while we just echo that smile,
*C*ured and forgetting all thought that was hate.
*L*et us give thanks for this wonder, and know
*E*very miracle child helps us grow.

When my gran died we all cried
For an era had certainly passed
My grandfathers legacy of her war pension home
Was now out of my mothers grasp
Bequeathed to be Sold
The words may somehow have read
To be shared with her only sibling
Whose life was way better than led
But my mothers resolve was always guided
By the one she adored the most
Her faith led to a fisherman's shack
A mere five minute walk to the coast
Where her love for the sea
Did reveal and heal the scars of past
With daily walks and her cigarettes
An irony of years she would last
But it was the shack that blessed her twilight years
And gave her so much joy
Perched on the side of a hill
It looked almost coy
Amidst a stand of huge Pines
And the odd Eucalypt or two
A giant Jacaranda leered
For all passing by to view
A home for all the possums
And any other critters passing by
The notes from her piano
Would soothe my mothers sigh.........

Over under everywhere
The sense of peace suds bubbles gives liquid care
Invisible body feeling it there

From thin air
Undeniable mist feeds memory generations prepare
Helpless encouraged full figure seconds plenty to share

Infecting soft smiles turning forced duty
Together unbound the harmony tone found acutely
A moment of silent burying life troubles in mutiny

Seeing familiar faces reading each hair
Understanding every stare
Build connection we bare a split second to share

Happy a force shields a cause
In shame a lasting stain covered by gauze
Hide face teardrops forge remorse

Life underground a meaning unwound
Ending my lessons in time echo found
Knowing never owning flowing to rest safely sound

I took the drive to Lancaster
It is a 15 mile drive
To where I thought my Mom was
An old folks home
On the way I saw a turkey vulture
They're big birds!
What an omen
As the only place I had ever seen one on the side of the road
Was on the way to Muscoda
The nurse told me she wasn't there
I should call my sister
My sister said they hid Mom at another place so she didn't have to go
The police offered no support
Saying it was out of their hands
So she is free from that hell for now
I'm glad of that
But for how long?

This is the time of year,
That most people love!
May it be so, every day of the year
Cos its when we wish everyone!

Let's all be like children!
Children of one mighty God!
Greeting and smiling away
Sorrow or hatred, strife and pain!

Let's have all this positivity
Right throughout the year!
When we will hold all close
To our hearts, in truthness!

Help us God to perfection.
To be Your perfect children!
Make You happy as Jesus did!
So let's Pray ''God bless us ALL"