DADDY

Where are your big hands daddy, So skilled and miserably taught, You held seven tiny ones in them and cherished each one you brought, You stood so tall and strong at once, like a snow capped mountain stood, You fought and worked hard all your life, for what you thought was good, Til one day death made it's repeated unwelcome claim, Into our family once again, and now for you it’s came, I sit often daddy pondering, over thoughts of you an mom, of days when I was growing up I tearfully recall, I sit on this chair in deepest thought, imagining you here to sit, and look to God and read his word to comfort me a bit, Where are your big hands daddy, I continually picture there, and the memories of you never tire, as I sit here in my chair, I remember too the dreams you had, how you worked and bought that house for mom, She was so tickled you owned a home with that beautiful green grass lawn I thought those days would never cease, that all in life was true, The dreams you had your wishes daddy, I wish them all for you, Now as I go through life without seeing you again, I never will forget you daddy, You and your big hands, And the memories, well, they will never fade nor from me ever part, but always dwell deep within, the depths of my broken heart. "I Love You Dad" In Memory Of John J.Hamilton 1933-2004

Babies

Who is deemed worthy
to have a small child
one solely helpless
full of kisses and smiles
Such tiny little fingers
and tiny little toes
so sweet soft and cuddly
with a tiny little nose
Fussy murmurings
happy and gay
echo from the carriage
where baby does lay
For one so helpless
who chuckles and coos
It’s a wondrous thing
how the family they fuse
Precious little baby
new to this world
cuddly little dimple cheeks
fairy tales and curls
You cannot understand
how loved that you are
nor the joy that you bring
to others by far

No Wonder Autumn's Called Fall!

Autumn tints of red and gold
so pretty each year but
I've caught a cold
Sunbeams flattering the
ocean so blue
who gives a heep
now it's the flu
Breathtaking visions
of sugar plum trees
at the edge of my garden
sings tiny busy bees
Am i joyous at this
I'll thank you to know
I've better things to do
like go blow my nose
Golden grains of sand
meet the oceans stream jet
you'd think I slept there
I'm all sopping wet
How sweet it is
that fevers and fall
go together so well
where we can all
Enjoy every second
of this time a year
as soon as we're better
Spring will be here!

Written By: Suzylnn