My Favourite Things
Warm tender moments
Kisses and cuddles
Rain on the roof
Bare feet in the puddles
The smell of coffee
And roses that bloom
The kick of my baby
As it moves in my womb.
The cool breeze in summer
And the beach late at night
The purr of a kitten
Frogs croaking at night.
A delight to my heart
such pleasures these bring
These are few of
My favourite things.
By Julie McCann
The following is a poem I found in a magazine
it made me feel good and inspired me.
I hope it does the same for you.
THE FLOWER
The park bench was deserted
as I sat down to read;
Beneath the long, straggly
branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with
good reason to frown
For the world was intent on
dragging me down.
And if that wasn’t enough
to ruin my day
A young boy out of breath
approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with
his head tilted down;
And said with great excitement,
“Look what I found!”
In his hand was a flower,
and a pitiful sight
With it’s petals worn, from
not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead
flower and go off and play,
I faked a small smile and
then shifted away.
But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his
nose and declared with overacted surprise, “It sure smells pretty and it’s
beautiful too, that’s why I picked it; here it’s for you.”
The weed before me was dying
and dead
Not vibrant of colours, orange,
yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it,
or he might never leave
So I reached for the flower,
and replied, “Just what I need.”
But instead of him placing
the flower in my hand
He held it mid-air with out
reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed
for the very first time
That weed toting boy could
not see, he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears
shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking
the very best one.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled,
and then ran off to play
Unaware of the impact he’d
had on my day.
Author Unknown
This is a poem I wrote when I thought I had to be without someone
I love.
WITHOUT YOU
Without you I feel empty
My heart it feels so bad
When I think of how good it
felt
With all the love we had.
My body is like an iceberg
Waiting to be thawed
My eyes have cried a thousand
tears
For the man that I adore.
My life it has an empty space
This space is meant for you
I tried so hard to stop the
hurt
But there’s nothing I can
do.
You’re the only one I will
ever love
You are the man for me
My heart is safely locked
away
And it’s you that has the
key.
I long for us to meet again
To see your handsome face
And find the key that you
possess
In your loving sweet embrace.
by Julie McCann
Ode to a friend.
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