Weary

Weary, Oh, weary to the bone,
Every muscle, every joint,
Every part of me,
Is just weary to the bone!

Oh, how can people so little,
Take so much from me?
Oh, how can people so very young,
Make me feel so very old?

They're still running, jumping and singing!
They're still ready to pick up and go!
They just simply do not understand,
That I'm weary to the bone.

I've accused them of being from other planets,
Strange life forms from far away,
They've come here on a secret mission,
To steal our strength away.

And thus subdue this planet,
Without a whimper or a fight.
Just steal our strength and energy,
And make us weary to the bone.

By the end of day, it has been said,
They can do what ever they want.
Just as long as they do it quietly,
No quarrels! No fusses! No fights!

They've got my strength,
They got my energy,
I know, because I'm weary to the bone!

There You Are ...

There you are.
I've looked everywhere for you.
But there you are,
Just waiting.

I would ask where you have been.
I would inquire but I can not.
But there you are,
Just waiting.

It's been lonely here without you.
I miss your funny smile.
But there you are,
Just waiting.

Just snippets of time together.
I rejoice in each moment.
Trying not to think about your leaving.
Trying not to cry.

I would ask where you have been.
I would inquire but I can not.
But there you are ...
Just waiting!

That Face ...

That face ...
Oh, my that beautiful face,
It hides such secrets.

I hear that you have, "Misbehaved today,"
Oh, how could that face misbehave?

I hear that you have had to be in, "Time out,"
How can that be from such a face?

Those eyes they shine with such sparkle,
I think they give you away.

That smile, oh such a smile,
It makes the Mona Lisa jealous,
I think that smiles gives you away.

I hear that you got in trouble.
Just messed up your hair something awful,
Stand on your head and tumbling!

I hear that you really did it this time,
Hit your brother, tripped your sister,
And pulled the cat's tail!
Oh, how can that be from such a face?

That face ...
That beautiful face, it hides such secrets.
Such secrets hide behind that beautiful face!

Business as Usual

A darker shade of grey today,
A bluer type of blue,
Lackluster days consumed in haze.

The stillness roars in silence,
The muted voice shouts.

Fragmented pieces of my life,
Spin totally out of control.

Chaos rules with order,
Business as usual.

How Can I Tell You Thank You

Inspired by Rebekah Beatrice Vincent,
mother to two of the most beautiful little girls

Today our daughter laughed the most beautiful laugh,
It was so delightful it made my heart flutter.
She has grown so from a babe into this little girl,
Right before my eyes she changes.
How I wish I could tell you about her.
How I wish I could.

I made a vow that she would never forget you.
I promised to keep her heritage.
I speak to her in English and she answers me in Chinese,
I speak to her in Chinese and she answers me in English.
The two parts of her little life so entwined.
She is double blessed to have us both.
She is not mine - she is not yours,
But she is ours.

As I tuck her into her bed at night,
I tell her of your unselfish love,
Of your sacrifice.

As I gently awake her in the morning,
My hearts fills with gratitude.
How can I ever say, "Thank you."

Poets Corner

As you see I love to write poetry. My inspiration, most of the time, are my children and grandchildren. Hope you enjoy!
Kate

Once You Were a Wish

There is a child waiting,
I feel her in my heart.
Her arms are soft and warm,
Her eyes sparkle with happiness,
Her giggle a song of love.

There is a child waiting,
I hear her cry in the night.
I pray for those who hold her close,
Those who dry her tears,
Calm her fears,
Teach her how to love.

There is a child home now,
Her, “Forever Home”.
Her cries I hear,
I calm her fears,
I dry her tears.
I pray for those who taught her how to love.

There is a child home now,
Her laughter fills the air with music.
Her hugs warm my very soul.
For once you were a wish, a prayer.
Then, God heard my cries.

I pray each day for those who loved you.
Who gave you life,
Who calmed your fears,
Who dried your tears,
And taught you how to love.

Hand Prints On My Heart

Although your presence has been denied
Your hand prints remind me of your love.
I miss your smile,
Your laughter,
Your song.
But your hand prints echo,
Sounding and resounding
Of times best,
Laughter,
Tears.
When unbearable the emptiness
Upon your hand prints i place my hand
To connect,
To touch,
To feel you here.
Your hand prints forever upon my heart.

Ok I was a very cute toddler!! But that was a few years ago!

My wonderful daughter, Rebekah Vincent, set this Blog in place for me. She added that picture of me as a toddler, which by the way was approximately 6 decades ago. To say the least I've changed since then LOL. You can view her blog at Waiting for Carlow. Well this is my first post. I'll sign off for now and play around with all these new things, templates, settings etc. If you see some very strange posts just be understanding.