Happy Mother's Day in Heaven     " Mom "

 

 

 

 

Each time I hear your name

Moms have the hardest task
To love their child
No matter how they act
No matter what crime
Until the end of time

Moms have the loudest giggles
When you tickle them
And they start to wiggle

Moms have the loudest voice
When they yell at you
With no other choice

Mom’s do the best they can
To shelter and keep you warm
From the wind

Moms protect their children
At any cost
And go out of their wits
When you are lost

Mom’s instinct
Is tried and true
And there is nothing she would not do
To take care of you

Mothers are sent from heaven above
To shower you with unconditional love
And when the time come’s and they must return
Oh does your heart burn
Falling tears
Throughout the years
Life never the same
Each time
I hear your name

S. Glover 5/10/15

Happy Mother's Day Mom ( I do not own photo's)

 

 

 
 
 
 

 

 

Literatures Graveyard

 

Cobwebs now replace the lace.

Forgotten books left in their place.

Upon the shelves seen miles around.

All those stories left unbound.

 Once a place full of grace.

Children's laughter

Echoing all over the place.

Now barely echo's one sound.

 For not one person is around.

 “Until the midnight hour “.           

For Once the clock strikes twelve-o-clock,

  Books on bookshelves start to rock.

 Page upon pages come to strife,

Narrating each books life.

Imaginations run abound

Echoing the glorious sound.

 As angels wait at Peter's Gate

, welcome new comers of ill's fate.

  Romeo and Juliet

 Reciting of their true love

 No one shall forget.

 Moby Dick, Peter Pan,

Pride and Prejudice

 Return to Never-Never Land.                                

 From Hemingway to Robert Frost,

 Treasured Authors

That may have passed,

But never lost.

Poetry and stories

 Brought back to life

 After the hour

Of Midnight

 S. Glover.  5\21/2013.       

            I only own the words of the poem, just borrowing the photo's      

 

Writer’s Block

 

Don’t know what to say        

The words have gone away

The characters are silent                                                                        

My thoughts no longer vibrant

Writing that was flowing

Is no longer going -

In the direction that I had planned

  Pen still in   hand

MY   mind   is racing

Deadlines facing

 

Time is lapsing fast

 Hope this will not last

What will it take?

 Too unlock

 

 Writer’s block…

 S. Glover  5/6/15

 

 

Another Monday, don't sweat it...

 Have a Beautiful Monday and be thankful it only comes once a week :)
 
 
 

Do not count the days...
Make the days count!

Happy Monday

p.s. I don't own any of these, just sharing with you today 

 

The Bench

The Bench

 

 Sometimes I imagine you just sitting on that bench

Amidst the beautiful flowers

Just sitting there for hours

Or roaming around the garden

Curious of what there is to find

As you were here on earth

Time after time

As fast as you would run

When you were really young

I could barely keep up

But once your head hit that pillow

You were so mellow

And within moments fast asleep

Sometimes I would just stare

Into your big brown eyes

And beautiful long dark hair

And thank god up above

For giving to me

Unconditional love

A daughter made up of so much more

Then just sugar and spice and everything nice

Kindness and compassion

A flare for fashion

Kisses and hugs

 Endless love

I would give anything

To sit there on that bench

With you

And read to you

Just be with you

Hold you in my arms again

To be with my best friend

Again

 Run with you, play with you

Just to have another day with you

Sitting on that bench.

 

 S.G. 4/12/2015  (dedicated to my little angel Kaitlyn Elizabeth 2000 – 2013 )

I only own the words, not the photo.

Walk with Me

Walk with Me




Walk with me

If you will

Where the grass is greenest

And wind is silent still

 Skip with me

Through meadows of vibrant hues

Where the world is just waking up

To a new Morning's dew

 Sing with me

In the rain

Where

 Raindrops whisper to roses

As  marigold composes

A sweet smelling song

 Dance with me

As our bodies roam

 Softly, gently, moving

To a Meadowlark’s   

Love song

S.G. 4/12/2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Candy Cotton Moon

I want to take a trip somewhere that is fun
 
 where the grass goes on forever here with plenty of room to run

 And land along the way as I tire, I want to be able to take a break
 Licking on  giant lollypops sitting by a chocolate lake


And when the wind starts to blow
 Inside the gingerbread house is where I will go

And then as the sun starts to shine:
Will you take my hand, and say you will be mine

We can spend all night getting lost in a peppermint lagoon
Until You finally kiss me underneath the candy cotton moon

 Then we can just lay down in a sugar field bliss 
 Sharing candy coated kisses in a heaven like this

S. G. 2011

( I own the words of this poem, but not the photos)