Poems

— By Kathy Anne Pippig (Harris) I live in a shelter, alone in a cageWith food, and a towel on which to sleepI’m small, with spiky fur, and of kitten ageFolks come here looking for a friend to keepSome days others and myself are taken to a homeA place where …

Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school …

By Freda H. Babinski I’m standing there in front of gates like none I’ve ever found They shine like golden ribbons as they glide across the ground I see the stairs that never end how brilliantly they glow I start to climb and realize there’s nothing down below Then suddenly …

— Linda Ellis © 1996 I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning… to the end. He noted that first came her date of birth, And spoke the following date with tears, …

— Written by Johnny Cash I walked through a county courthouse square, On a park bench an old man was sitting there. I said, Your old courthouse is kinda run down. He said, Naw, it’ll do for our little town. I said, Your flagpole has leaned a little bit, And …

A MOTHERS MOTTO: You’re only as happy as your unhappiest child.” — Unknown “If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them, and half as much money.” — Abigail Van Buren (‘Dear Abby’)“Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s …

At Easter time, the story of Jesus is so special, especially when put to song in such a beautiful way by Carroll Roberson below. One pair of hands formed the mountainsOne pair of hands formed the seaOne pair of hands made the sun and the moonEvery bird, every flower, every …

— by Digby Wells Here’s to the kids who are different,The kids who don’t always get A’s,The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers,And noses that go on for days… Here’s to the kids who are different,The kids they call crazy or dumb,The kids who don’t fit, …

By Henry Van Dyke I am standing upon the seashore.A ship, at my side, spreads her white sailsto the moving breezeand starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length,she hangs like a speck of white cloudjust where …