~Beading Grandma~

So Glad To See You

~  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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A Childs` Plea

 

So tiny, so small, I’m weak and frail

With all the abuse, I’ve so much to tell

Early in the morning- I’m awakened with fear

Of all the sounds as they fall on my ear

I’m scared of the dark as I’m hiding away

Please make him stop beating Mommy, I pray.

If I knew where to go, what to do or say

Daddy is not suppose to treat us this way

We need someone to hear us, as we cry in the dark

What makes him so angry, just one tiny spark?

I’m so young to fight this and I’m not alone

My Mommy is scared of all the things that he’s done!

Won’t someone help me, I’m so very afraid?

Of what he may do if he finds that I’ve said

"My Daddy needs help, won’t someone hear my cry”?

Who can I turn to? Where does the answer lie?

Its time to get up now, the sun has arose

Now facing another day of abuse, I suppose!

I’m young; I’m small, so tiny and frail

If someone would listen, I’ve so much to tell.

 

~Sylvia Allison

5/24/99

 

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