Poem1-Thank God! Poem2-Mr.Wrong Poem3-Memories...Poem4-Crystal Poem5-My Soul... Poem6-Santa on Castleridge Lane Poem7-Please? Poem8-Making Amends Poem9-Waiting...Poem10-I Wish...

Got out of bed this morning,
glad to have breath.
I took a deep one.....
and thanked God for my health.

I pulled my curtains to look....
Oh, what a beautiful day to me!
I stared in awe....
and thanked God for giving me eyes to see.

I opened the door and smelled....
the flowers and the trees,
and thanked God
for the nose he gave me.

I walked to the kitchen,
cooked some bacon and eggs.
Put the coffee on,
and thanked him for my legs.

Woke my husband for work....
with a smile and a hug,
and thanked God
for the man that I love.

Woke Angie for school....
Oh, what a chore!
But then God....
What are kids for?

Everything done,
I sat down to take a little time,
to thank God for everything
he's given to me and mine.

We get busy with our lives,
sometimes we go so fast....
Stop and smell the roses,
and thank Him first and last.

The Poem above has been chosen to be published in my copyright by The International Library of Poetry, Washington,D.C. and will be printed in a book called "A Palette of Life"...due out in the Spring,2000.This is an honor for me!!

When I met you,
I thought you were Mr. Right.
We laughed and talked and sang,
and held each other tight.

When does right turn to Mr. Wrong?
Arguments everyday,
Tears of frustration....
and feeling you don't want to stay.

Are my expectations too high....
do I want too much?
All I want is love,
a meaningful relationship, a soft touch.

Some understanding would be nice....
You could be my best friend.
Your heart is cold,
but you could let me in.

Living together,
we have tried....
TV was your favorite,
Computer was mine.

We'd try to talk sometimes
but could never agree....
on anything,
regardless of what it may be.

So, Mr. Right is Mr. Wrong....
Ms. Right is Ms. Wrong.....
We tried it out to see.

(Memories...)

I woke up this morning....
and the rain was beating down.
Beating down like weight upon my shoulders.
I ask God, why couldn't I wake up to sounds?

Sounds of my man,the kids,laughter,warmth,
but this house just keeps getting colder.
I am alone....
with only my thoughts of yesterdays.

Yesterdays were busy,fun,with lots of love.
Where did it all go?
Why did the time pass and things change?
Changes that have come to push and shove.

There is no rainbow, only the thunder....
Lightning streaking the sky!
A sky so dark and gloomy,
as if it were night.

The gloom is in the house,
and I am all alone.
Alone,with nothing but memories
of days long gone.

My hair has turned to silver....
I have become old.
Old and weary,
and a tear falls down my wrinkled cheek.

Soon I will be forgotten
as time passes on....
On to the young folks
and their time to make....
Memories to keep.

(Crystal...)

Each morning I get up,
and the first thing I do....
is get on the WebTV,
and send a card to you.

Before school, the first thing you do....
is open your card,and send me an e-mail or two.
You ask if I'm on....
I always say yes.
Each morning we ask the same questions,
I must confess!

I ask did you like your card,
you always say yes....
You ask to come over after school...
unless you have something else important to do.

I remind you to "Be good at School"
and learn as much as you can.
Be nice to the kids
and the teachers too!

Crystal is 8.....
she was born on Thanksgiving Day.
Red hair and a Turkey for sure, I'd say!

"Hugs" Aunt Barb.

My soul...what did I do to you...
To cause this rain?
I look outside,
The sun is shining and the sky is blue.

Blue is a color, a nice one too!
But as I sat here drowning...
I realize blue doesn't always mean nice,

When the clouds roll in...at first a few.
Then all hell breaks loose...
Thunder is my groans, lightning is my pain.
The storm is severe with lots of rain,
I drown!