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.