Poetry by Deb
A Collection of Original Poems
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ON BEING A GRANDPARENT
There is no way to describe
What being a grandparent is like.
To experience this stage of life
Is to be grateful to be alive.
Those precious smiles and giggles
Are moments captured by memory.
I love being around my grandchildren
More than words can possibly explain.
Those of us who share this honor
Know exactly what I mean.
THE ANGEL IN MY LIFE
Gracing so many of us
With her presence
On a cold winter day
Just a few short years ago
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Sweeter than apple pie
My angel has hair of curls
And magical eyes of brown
The biggest, most tender smile
Which lights up every room
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Her beauty, simply breathtaking
My angel is affectionate
And pure, warmhearted, smart
She delights in singing, dancing
And using her imagination for play
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She communicates loud and clear
If her favorite bunny gets left behind
I could watch her for hours on end
And still be filled with awe
That one little person can bring this joy
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There is no question in my mind
This miracle from God was sent
At the perfect time for so many of us
I have never known a love like this
My granddaughter is Mackenzie ...
The angel in my life.
TO SWEET LILIANA ISABELLE
(written before you were born)
As your mom and dad prepare for your arrival
I think back and remember when I did the same
For the arrival of my own two babies.
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There are so many people who already love you
Even before you are born
I am your Daddy’s mother.
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You are my second grandchild and you may not be my last
But there will never be anyone to take your place in my heart
You are already a new and very bright light in my life.
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Because I have the experience of being a grandmother
I know how much joy you will bring to me
You’ll enrich my life in ways I can’t yet imagine.
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Thank you, sweet Liliana Isabelle
I am grateful for what is yet to come
You have my heart and eternal affection.
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With love,
I am…
Your Grammy
HI DEE DEE!
It's what my second grandchild says to me
No matter how often I try to explain
My name is Grammy
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Hi Dee Dee!
I move my lips so she can clearly see
Then I form the words slowly for her to hear
My name is Grammy
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Hi Dee Dee!
To answer to this name I have not heard before
Is difficult because my first grandchild knows
My name is Grammy
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Hi Dee Dee!
Perhaps once she turns the age of two
She will be more aware when I tell her
My name is Grammy
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Hi Dee Dee!
I decide that no matter what name she calls me
The love between this child and her Grammy is special…
My name is Dee Dee.
UNEMPLOYED
As the one before it.
The only difference is
That on some days
I don’t even
Look out a window.
EXPOSED FOR WHO I AM
My way of thinking runs from simple to complex
Self-expression flows very freely for me
Thoughts and feelings dance in my head
Some people will only see words
Written flatly on a piece of paper
Unable to appreciate the creative process
A good number of individuals
Comment that I must be unhappy
Since my poetry appears sad to them
I put my views in print for myself
And also for the entire world to observe
Shared words always touch the heart of at least one other
I am mindful that a talented writer or poet
Can tell the truth of one or many
And very often of themselves
So, please allow me to bravely remove my mask
It is in sitting in front of my keyboard, that I become
Exposed for who I am.
ON TURNING 50
It’s not the afternoon
It’s very late
*
Let it be known
That in year 2005
I am here and still alive
I had to stay awake to see
If I would feel older at fifty
And I do!
They say it’s only 25 times 2
But just bend down to tie your shoe
And you find the math is not right
So here I am at about half past twelve
Very tired and not looking’ good
Middle age is tough tonight
When I get to work in the morning’ at 9
Nobody will know I’m on the decline
I won’t announce it
Hear ye! Hear ye! I’m 50 years OLD!
I’m proud of it and feeling quite BOLD!
I sure am tired though
Just don’t say a word about the years that have passed
They’ll stay in my memory for as long as I last
Age fifty today. Yikes!
HURRY!
Put those hats and horns away
The boss is under his desk today!
His office is dark
But I hear him breathing
Hurry!
He’s hiding from the rainy land
I’ll have to call to cancel the band
Please let the sun shine real soon
Give the golf course a chance to dry
Hurry!
Poor guy has been under the desk for a week
I can’t bear to even take a peek
Nobody has even brought him lunch
Time to leave him there for another night
Hurry!
GROWING OLD
There will be no nips and tucks on this face
I have dark circles beneath each eye
And there they’ll stay until I die
My little wrinkles just show age
To stay young is the newest rage
I have no desire to maintain youth
Let me tell you the honest truth
I’ll eat my cake and gain the pound
All misplaced weight can be found
My hair is turning a lot more gray
The stress in my life is here to stay
Why make my head a color that’s new
Last time I tried that, my hair was blue
My pants are tight and my big butt jiggles
Most of my body parts are full of wiggles
I drink white wine and stay up too late
Have lots of laughs while I await my fate
I’m not out to impress on this fine day
I will enjoy life… and do it my way!
Physical pain is with me to stay I can see my eyes are starting to tell The story of my content existence I remember what it is like to be young But you don't know what old feels like Many people pass judgment on me now Aging does not always mean stupidity When I was youthful and had energy Lots of my time was spent with family My grandchildren are still beautiful Grown with small babies to hold God has allowed me a wonderful life There are some who would say I’m alone Know that I have never felt loneliness My children and grandchildren care for me Little did I realize that all the years spent Expressing my unconditional love and affection Would be returned to me in my later years Life has been so very generous to me But you don’t know what old feels like. JUST SHUT UP! She goes her way Together they coexist. He laughs less She cries more He doesn’t know When to shut up! OUR PAST We are who we are presently because of our past If the knowledge we now possess were known then Things would likely be very different for us all Dream of the days gone by and remember them Freely allow selective memory to dwell on good times Hardly ever permit the bad times to enter your mind Although the fact of the matter is that our yesterdays Are a collection of both happiness and sorrow It is what brought us the wisdom we have today Silent ‘thank you’ to the men, women, and children of our past For the many life lessons they have bestowed upon us. HONESTY Sorry, but you’re not invited. You’re boring. Take your problems with you. Plan to return The day following never.
Some of them still visit me faithfully
FEARLESS
Her doctor told her
To exercise
Or she will surely die
A young woman.
So?
