Friday, March 14, 2014

Watching My Grandchildren Grow

By Judy VanDeVelde

Out of nowhere into our arms
This tiny bundle of joy
A wisp of heaven in human form
A precious baby boy

Beautiful tiny baby hands
Clenching at our heart
Little fingers and sturdy feet
Ready for life at the start

Bluish eyes and twinkling smile
Hair that’s touched by the sun
We watch him as he learns and grows
With love for everyone

A tiny sister comes along
As sweet as a baby can be
She loves to share a rhyme or two
While sitting on your knee

She dances as she moves about
And jumps and claps her hands
There’s kindness in that little face
As before you she stands

You give her a kiss
She blinks her eyes
Will you reach my teddy bear, please?
Let’s read the book about the Five Little Monkeys

My life has changed so very much
Watching my grandchildren grow
They sing and play and run around

Gifts from above, I know!
IRISH DANCER by Carol Creswell 2 2014

A LOVELY LASS WITH CHARMIN’ SMILE
BEGUILED THE SON OF PADDY
SHE CAST HER GAZE AND IN A HAZE
HE BLUSHED, THIS FRESH YOUNG LADDIE.

HE WATCHED HER FLASHIN’ FEET PERFORM
THE OLD, SWEET IRISH DANCES
AND IN A SEC HIS HEART WAS HERS
AS SHE SENT LURING GLANCES

HE DOWNED HIS PINT OF BITTERS AND
DECLARIN’ HIS LOVE TO ‘ER
HE DREW HER OUTSIDE NEATH THE MOON
AND VOWED THAT HE’D  PURSUE  ‘ER

SHE LAUGHED AND SCOFFED AND RIDICULED
BECAUSE HE WAS SO POOR
AND FLED HIS ARMS AND DANCED AWAY
UPON THE SPECKLED MOOR.

HIS ANGER WAS A WHITE-HOT HEAT
HE CHASED AND KILLED HIS  LURE
SHE DIED IN ALL HER FINERY
UPON THE DARKENED MOOR.

AND STILL, TIS SAID, THAT PADDY’S SON
WALKS SORROWIN’ NEATH THE MOON
AND COLLEEN GAILY RUNS AWAY
HER LAUGHTER ‘S CALLING CROON.

HARK! HEAR THE WHISPERS IN THE WIND!
THE LOON NEARBY IS CALLING
THE HEATHER WAVES ITS TENDRILLED LEAVES
THE CLOUDS SCUD  --RAIN STARTS FALLING.

THE ANGELS, THEY ARE WEEPING SO
BECAUSE OF SUCH DISASTER
FOR HEAVEN DENIED THE IRISH BOY
THE COMFORT OF ITS PASTURE.