Tag Archives: poems
If Tomorrow Comes…
Thanks to my friend, Jan, over at Jan’s Sushi Bar, I’ve decided to give this here posting every day thing a try, y’all. It’s called NaBloPoMo,and I can’t believe how long it just took me to write that. Stands for … Continue reading
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Making the Bad Better
Thanks to my friend, Jan, over at Jan’s Sushi Bar, I’ve decided to give this here posting every day thing a try, y’all. It’s called NaBloPoMo,and I can’t believe how long it just took me to write that. Stands for … Continue reading
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For Wordless Wednesday – BOOKS
This photo is for Wordless Wednesday, hosted by Dixie over at French Lique, Texas. The theme for this week is “Books”. Since it’s kinda hard impossible for me to post something anything without at least a few words going on … Continue reading
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IF
If I had a million bucks Or thousands – just a few I would never hesitate, I’d divide it all with you. If I won the Nobel Prize And that I’ll never do But, if it really came about You’d … Continue reading
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CHRISTMAS TIME
Grandmama, Although you are not going to be here today, I made you collards. Your poem is proudly displayed on our mantle, you know, the one you wrote for us a few Christmases ago about a “little” dog, named Hannah. … Continue reading
MERRY CHRISTMAS
This picture was taken at the majestic Biltmore House in Asheville, NC. The poem was written by my beloved grandmother, Gladys Parker, Nov. 2000 The awe of Christmas time Touches hearts and souls Bringing happiness to little ones And peace … Continue reading
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The Seagull
This was written by Gladys Parker, 7/29/1968 He nestled his head in his own rustic feathers, They were worn and old by age and weather. And I pitied him as he moped close by His youth was gone, it … Continue reading
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I hope she’s in Papa’s arms now
This beautiful, magnificent woman, Gladys Green Parker, decided to go on home last night. I was lucky enough to be her oldest grandchild. She was a poet, an artist, and the Matriarch of our family. Right now, I hope she … Continue reading
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