September 21, 2010

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Lily
July 27, 2010

Childhood Memories

Skinned knees, climbing trees, forts of sheets, sugary sweets, hide-n-seek, taking peeks, Spaghetti O’s, pants with holes, summer nights, pillow fights, Christmas trees, play in leaves, eating dirt, dirty shirt, monkey bars, shooting stars, bright balloons, afternoons, school bell rings, choir sings, taking tests, try my best, friends fight, summer nights, friends play, summer day, snow fort, life’s short, memories, part of me, will not forget, will not regret, worth more than gold, a treasure to hold, thank God for these, Childhood Memories. © Ellen M. DuBois
June 23, 2010

Birthdays

Birthdays are special days. This week one of my very best friends is celebrating their 40th Birthday. I promise I put a lot more effort into her Birthday cake than this one in the picture. Her fiance asked me if I would bake her a cake if he organized the party. Fair enough, I love to bake anyhow so it was a good deal. I told him the Birthday spankings were his responsibility also. Happy Birthday to all of the June birthday abies and dl’s out there.   Mommy Scarlet
May 8, 2010

A Rose

The first red rose Sent out of season The second red rose Sent for no reason The third red rose Sent for happiness and health The fourth red rose Sent for gaining life’s wealth The fifth red rose Sent for gaining new friends The sixth red rose Sent for guiding you through life’s bends The seventh red rose Sent for praying you never tire The eighth red rose Sent for giving you all of your desire’s The ninth red rose Sent for your happiness in love The tenth red rose Sent for hoping I’m your turtledove The eleventh red rose Sent for igniting passion and fire The twelve red rose Sent for hoping I’m your desire Barry A. Lanier
April 27, 2010

I Like Being A Woman

I like being a Woman. Why? I can cry. I can hug. I can talk to friends I can be soft. I can be strong. I can wear my heart on my sleeve. I can smell pretty. I can sweat. I can take joy in the feel of cashmere. I can romp around in jeans. I can cook. I can not feel like cooking. I can get teary eyed over a movie. I can defend what is right. I can help others. I can offer a hand to a child. I can wear my hair up. I can let it flow loosely in the wind. I can wear long flowing skirts in the summer. I can walk barefoot in the grass. I can paint my nails lovely colors. I can use my hands to fix and mend. I can take pleasure in the richness of lipstick. I can know who I am without lipstick. I can be insecure. I can be most confident. I can revel in a bubble bath. I can check my own oil. I can take pleasure in feeling feminine. I can take pleasure in feeling masculine. I can exercise my right to vote. I can stand up and make a difference. I can create- a poem, a book, a song…. and LIFE. © Ellen M. DuBois Lily
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