Little Girls Must Not Fret
What is it that makes little Emily cry?
Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
There -- lay down your head on my bosom -- that's right,
And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night.
What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired with play?
Come, Betty, make haste then, and fetch her away;
But do not be fretful, my darling; you know
Mamma cannot love little girls that are so.
She shall soon go to bed and forget it all there
Ah! here's her sweet smile come again, I declare:
That's right, for I thought you quite naughty before.
Good night, my dear child, but don't fret any more.
Fabulous Fairy Tales
over the cornflakes
she passed the milk
and I gave her the sugar
about the fallibility
of the fabulous.
Mens love is a creature unknown,
sometimes it is hidden and not shown,
sometimes it is kept under the floor,
sometimes it is hidden deep behind a door.
Sometimes they'll tell you,
and sometimes they wont,
sometimes they have it open
and sometimes they don't,
sometimes they'll whisper it into your ear,
sometimes so quiet that no one will hear,
Sometimes they'll say it first thing on a date,
and sometimes they'll say it almost too late...
Some men will kiss you and buy you some jewels,
while some men will show you through a hundert other tools, ...
Some men will think that a rose is enough,
while some men think that they should to buy a million dollar stuff!
Some women fight through many a long sleepless night,
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The Heart Of A Nannie
Wrapped around your fingers, is where i am
You entered my heart as a gentle lamb
You've brought so much joy to this life of mine
You've brightened my life, caused me to shine
Three little boys, with hearts so pure
Any heartache i had, they could cure
A set of twins and a three year old
A love more precious than diamonds or gold
I feel so very blessed to be called your nanny
It's not just a job, i feel like your granny
You've given me back my former youth
I feel twenty-five again, and thats the truth!
A Garden Of Girls
KATE is like a violet, Gertrude's like a rose,
Jane is like a gillyflower smart;
But Laura's like a lily, the purest bud that blows,
Whose white, white petals veil the golden heart.
Girls in the garden--one and two and three--
One for song and one for play and one--ah, one for me!
Gillyflowers and violets and roses fair and fine,
But only one a lily, and that one lily mine!
Bertha is a hollyhock, stately, tall, and fair,
Mabel has the daisy's dainty grace,
Edith has the gold of the sunflower on her hair,
But Laura wears the lily in her face.
Girls in the garden--five and six and seven--
Three to take, and three to give, but one--ah! one is given--
Hollyhocks and daisies, and sunflowers like the sun,
But only one a lily, and that one lily won.
In this meadow starred with spring
Shepherds kneel before their king.
Mary throned, with dreaming eyes,
Gowned in blue like rain-washed skies,
Lifts her tiny son that he
May behold their courtesy.
And green-smocked children, awed and good,
Bring him blossoms from the wood.
Clear the sunlit steeples chime
Loud the happy children quire
To the golden-windowed morn;
While the lord of their desire
Sleeps below the crimson thorn.
Relish the colors of the sun
Supple blue constant of life
Prayers fly like gracious eagles
Here in the ground of my heart I cry
Waiting for a full bloom of joy
Another alcoholic dies alone
Smoke filled room
Scrambled notes with drunken sighs
Nothing I can do to change someone else
Have you seen the sea with spring eyes?
Flowing like angels wings
Sometimes I feel I will never heal
Do you feel the caverns of soul?
The loss of youth, dreams, family
Some just get a face-lift
Some pretend to the bitter end
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It's a big big world, It's a small small world
A long time ago
The world seemed so wide and wild
Until we fear we will never meet again before we say goodbye
The world felt so small and tight
Until we don't realize before we lose something important to us
Through outer gates of carven teak
then inner gates of ivory
The pilgrim ventures who would seek
an answer to the mystery.
The seeker must be clad in white.
Pure in heart and innocent,
his only wish the serve the light.
He must be truly confident.
Ready and willing to accept.
The answer to his question may
not be the one he might expect.
Obscure and nether yea nor nay.
It is his task to interpret
the meaning of the words he hears.
Etched deeply so he can’t forget.
To understand them may take years.
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One follows suit.
Umpteen numbers of flowers
Excel roses in fragrance
That didn’t deter me
From loving the rose
For the elite ones do so.