~ Little Socks ~
by: O'Puppy
Little socks on tiny feet
Candy lips and smiles so sweet
Angel eyes with baby curls
Just a dream this Daddy's girl
Love with lots of ice cream scoops
Teddy bears and hula-hoops
Barbie dolls to dress each day
In a world so tucked away
Guarded eyes for Mommy's dove
Answered prayers from up above
Ever changing little socks
Chasing time with natures clocks
Santa Claus to pony tails
Lipstick for those polished nails
Boys to swoon this shining star
High school prom and then a car
Little socks to panty hose
Daddy's dream is now a rose
All dressed up in silk and lace
For someone to take his place
Round and round the planet spins
Life goes on and comes again
Heaven winks as it unlocks
Blessings for new little socks
Ronnie D. Shreve © 2002
Puppy4You2@aol.com
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Little Boy Christmas
Oh Little boy Christmas
the Savior to be
If you are called Jesus
Then what's this I see
No room for the Christ child
No place for your head
Why is it a manger
You use for a bed
The clothes you are wearing
Are not clothes at all
Oh little boy Christmas
Born there in a stall
And where are the blankets
To warm your soft skin
Instead of the hay
That you're resting in
If angels sent notice
To kings from afar
Why is it you're sleeping
Outside beneath stars
Oh little boy Christmas
My heart breaks in two
You'll die for a world that
Will crucify you
Ronnie D. Shreve © 2002
Puppy4You2@aol.com
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~One Neglected Rose~
by: O' Puppy
An old man walking down the street
Had age he could not hide
The lines that etched his face were deep
His mouth hung open wide
It looked as if he was in pain
As he went walking by
I couldn't help but look again
And somehow I said "Hi"
He stopped and slowly turned around
His body out of sync
Then smiled without making a sound
With eyes that never blinked
Confused, I tried to get a grip
To find something to say
I noticed blood upon one lip
And said, "Are you ok?"
A funny grin came on his face
Then he spoke cautiously
"I'm still alive," he said with grace
"Alive as I can be"
"That cut, Is it ok?" I asked
He said, "It's nothing son"
"Someone wearing a silly mask
Just bumped me with their gun"
I scoffed, "No sir, how can that be?"
As he wiped off the blood
"Have we lost our integrity?
This doesn't sound so good"
He stared at me and took my arm
And said, "No sir, young man
This wasn't about any harm
You just don't understand"
"We only reap the things we sow
Now who are we to blame?
It's been that way since long ago
When they rebuked Christ's name"
So paralyzed to even speak
I only shook my head
This old man with his heart so meek
Was right in what he said
We reminisced as old folks do
About the way things were
I said, "I'm so glad I met you"
He winked and said, "Yes sir"
Then as he turned to walk away
He smiled and said, "You know
It was a thorn I felt today
From one neglected rose"
Ronnie D. Shreve © 2002
Puppy4You2@aol.com
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Kiwi Graphics
This stunning piece of artwork is from Alan Ayers who has generously allowed Kiwi Graphics to use his fabulous artwork.
