Her Soul

      Her Soul

A little girl is crying
Seems so far away
The sound is so defining
It’s from pain not from play

There's no one here but me
Guess I know where it is from
I hear but cannot see
The sounding of a drum

I listen quietly in wonder
Just what this all meant
It sounds like thunder
I feel the need to vent

Letting out a sigh
Forgetting about the race
No longer can I lie
This child I must face

Forgotten was her pain
Buried deep down under
It was no drum or train
Nor was it really thunder

I welcome her home again
The child inside must rest
This little girl’s my friend
I know I’ve done my best

For now and then I hear her
And often see her face
The sounds sometimes a blur
Yet I welcome her with grace

This little girl giggles now
As a smile comes across her face
She knows that somehow
Her soul has left the race

Little girl, cry no more
Now I know you are there
I’ll always open up that door
Your soul I’ll take good care

Little Cherubs

Wow, cleaning out my files has been quite interesting.  Found another old handwritten poem..not sure why I wrote it or for whom...hope you will enjoy.

Little cherubs, running through the house
Scurrying around quick like a mouse
Makes the morning delightful and cheery
The sounds enhance the morning so dearly

I listen carefully and yet my mind wanders
To my childhood, special times I ponder
A day beginning with such bliss
Soft on my cheeks I feel their little kiss

A child's world, so full of play
Their smiles and laughter highlight the day
The questions, the answers all the same
And makes you realize, life is a game

My Day

Old old poem I guess I wrote when my girls were still at home. Found it handwritten in a file folder while trying to clear out old clutter.  They now are grown and have children of their own. I'm sure they can identify with the poem and hopefully so can some of you!

It's morning, its early dusk
     and damp
I look out the window
     I turn on the lamp
I start my morning brew
     I get my first cup
I start my shower
     before they get up

I quietly snuggle in
     my robe by the fire
I listen quietly at the
     stillness of the hour
I give thanks for the blessings
     as I hear them say
Hey Mom, where's breakfast
     and I again start my day
  
        

My Grandson

My second grandchild was born the next year....my very first grandson. I wrote this poem for him:

He opened his eyes
He wasn't quite sure
His life had changed
Could he endure?

He's tiny, he's cute too
But these people are who?
Oh no, can I turn back now?
It's noisy, its cold, holy cow.

Maybe if I'm quiet or cry or scream
They'll let me go back, it's only a dream
But I try them all to no avail
I'll just make heaven out of this hell

So here I am; Mom and Dad
Hope you are happy & not sad
Take a look at my smile today
Cause it'll be around, I decided to stay!

MAYA

I was cleaning out files today and came across a poem I wrote when my first granddaughter (actually my first grandchild) was born in May of 2000.  Thought I would share it:

All I saw were great big eyes
Didn't matter her looks or size
Just seeing her little features so cute
Nothing else mattered, in her birthday suit

We glanced at each other, only my eyes saw
And I pretended she said, "hello grandmaw"
And we made a pack to stay close that day
For the rest of our lives, that early May

As time has passed, I've loved her more
Happiness isn't something I knew before
Our bond will grow I am very sure
For a granddaughters love is very pure