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Queen of Camouflage

Mistress of deception,
as in victual monogamy.
A deceit of one’s perception,
without an irksome homily.

Mushrooms drop into a pot,
with peppers, once pureed.
Zucchini dance as they are tossed
amidst confetti of celery seed.

Onions sing out with Garlic,
part of the tomato cabaret.
They drop, sway, and frolic,
below the leaves of dried up bay.

A precipitation of spices,
fine herbs and hot chilies.
If omitted a possible crisis,
like the heel of Achilles.

Then a most decisive stroke,
wheat pasta hits the stage.
With every furtive jab and poke…
Spaghetti is still the rage!



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Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

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Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


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The Children

Leave me the hell alone she cries
Inside her aching head
I've had much more than I can take 
Sometimes I feel I'm dead
Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake 
Alone on Calvarys Hill
How much can a body take 
When your mind has had its fill
 
A light so bright and hopeful
A picture perfect birth
A world of wonder, laid before
This seedling of the earth
To nurture's but a wistful dream
A momentary lapse
A father wrapped up in himself
A mom lost in her past
 
Can harm I do while wishing
The Angels gentle hands
Embrace this failing empty shell
This web of empty strands
A love of love itself it seems
Of passion and desire
Turns Sailors into monsters
And Mothers into liars
 
What makes a wonder wonderful
What makes a blessing blessed
'Tis you alone we come to know
When not so self- obsessed
Lord, help us not to lose your light
And wallow in the dirt
And help instead to nurture
All we're given at our birth
 
A wish alone can guide us
If truth is what we seek
Protect the weak and hungry
The burdened and the meek
Lord, make me strong enough to show
The children in my care
Their path is guided by your light
Their Souls are in your care
 


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Angels

On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since I first spoke,

To their arms I ran when I first walked…

When my heart was not calm

Their love would come…

When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me to not lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men that walk among us…

I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Thank you…
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Family and Friends


Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012


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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



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THE MATRIARCH

the matriarch is the oldest female head of a family
and I'm so elated that God has preserved this position for me
I've lived a life that has been almost four scores
and I've seen what my people have had to endure
as I stand here today I'm a living testimony
of the goodness the Lord Our God has given to me
now surrounded by several generations of my loving descents
as the matriarch for me this moment is heaven-sent
to my sons, my daughters, my grands, my cousins and all of my kin
I'm so joyful that I'm able to have this reunion with you once again
may the Lord continue to grant us grace and bless each and everyone
and I pray that I'll see you all next year for my living is not done


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BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.

IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO TEACH OUR YOUNG MEN HOW TO BE A FATHER AND A MAN,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, GOD GAVE YOU THE WISDOM AND THE KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT'S WHY YOU ARE BEING REPRIMANDED,

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL.

THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOU TO GET IT TOGETHER, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE LOST FOREVER,

BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD, BE TALL,
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.

GIVE GOD THE GLORY, FOR THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS, DON'T BE ASHAMED TO GIVE HIM PRAISE, HE'S GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO REACH OUT TO HIM, DON'T BE AFRAID OR YOU'LL EITHER SINK OR SWIM.

SO MY BROTHERS, IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL



THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE BROTHERS IN PRISONS AND TIME TO COME HOME






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An Ode To A Dead Apple

Ode To A Dead Apple
Oh poor Dan what can we say
He’s had such bad news delivered today
His Apple Mac that’s virus free
As expensive and speedy as can be.
To do your work is such a breeze 
Bug free it does not catch a sneeze
But what the Apple people did not do
Was protect it from the likes of you
Your Apple Mac that you so love
Is put to rest and looks down from above.
The death of your Mac is hard to take
Don’t do anything stupid for goodness sake
It was tired with all the work you do
And sleepy just like De and you
But listen to some advice that’s free
Never give it any more coffee or tea.
© 21/06/2102~GG~

To my poor Nephew that has spilled a mug of Coffee and Killed his Mac


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Daddie, Dadi, Dad-dy

It was just around mid-morning
I recall exactly what I was doing
The feeling felt all too familiar
The vibe was peculiar
I had that unmistakable hunch
I guessed what was nigh, the crunch
My phone rang, not once but twice
I was tempted to let it beep thrice
But nay, not on this day, not today
The news that came crushed my Sunday
Dad had passed on, Dad was no more
I cried not but my heart tore and felt sore
My life had instantaneously changed
A novel void had just been created
Mum would be all alone
Save for six sons loving her to the bone
We will not despair but hang together
Duty bound to take care of our mother

It’s a sad sight to see the family deteriorate
But dad's life gave us something to emulate
He granted us, his children a chance in life
He always was very faithful to one wife
He taught us well till the age of seventy three
Now who will be the new root for our family tree?
We have uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces
But no one to properly anchor the jumbled pieces
Without him, we are but lost and fragmented
We are like a team dismayed and all so disjointed
We’re gradually losing a generation
That’s why I cry for my true champion
My hero, my idol, role model, my icon
Dad, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to spend another day with you


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That Crazy Old Doctor

There've been times in my life
 where I've just had to say,
 "I must, give it all up,
 for, it's that kind of day"!
 
I must, really say this
 I really, just must;
 if I didn't say it,
 then, it wouldn't be, "just".
 
There's this crazy, old man
 we'll just call him, "Doc";
 who fills up blank pages
 with, "poetical talk".
 
He's scribbled, and scrabbled
 'til way, past bed-time,
 trying to finish each poem
 and, complete every rhyme.
 
If he hadn't done this
 he'd surely gone, "mad",
 his nonsensical nature
 was, all that he had!
 
No hidden agenda
 when first, he wrote down,
 each poem of nonsense
 to erase a childs' frown.
 
And, Doc always did this
 manipulate, "clues"...
 ..so that , all of his poems
 were merely geared, to amuse.
 
He loved to let nonsense
 be the order of the day,
 and, with every poem
 we all smiled, the same way.
 
His only intention
 was to set our minds, "free",
 his style, just did it
 so, poetically.
 
With his own tongue, in cheek
we knew we'd been had,
and his poems rhymed perfectly
proving he was no, "fad"!




The volumes of topics
 that Doc's written of,
 included all that could be
 written.....below, and above.
 
He's written of magic,
 puzzles, and games...
 ..with, strange little creatures,
 with, strange little, "names".
 
The, crazier his story,
 the saner he'd feel,
 and, the more that we heard
 convinced us they were, "real"!
 
His poems, were genius
 as he weaved us, a tale;
 with, nonsensical rhymes
 that did so, without..."fail".
 
"Old Doc", has quit writing
 he's up in heaven,
 this year, his birthday'd ...
 make him, a hundred, and seven!
 
He's given advice,
 taught what we must do,
 he said, "Be who you are...
 ..no-one's youer, than....you!"
 
He's maybe still writing
 in, heaven....you see,
 that'd be just like him
 as, that's who he must, be!
 
That, silly old doctor...
 ..as silly, as a goose;
 we all loved his poems,
 for, we loved Dr. Seuss!
 


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You Don't Know

You don't know about the ish that i been through  
You don't know why its like this with me and you
  you only see the ish you wanna see 
 But you dont know the half of whats in me 
 I'm much more than what meets ya eye
  I lay awake some nights tryin not to cry
  Wishin we were close like you and your second child
  Maybe i should have rebelled and been a lil wild 
 Perhaps i should a pissed you off every chance i got  
Make you angry, get you pissed off and pippin hot
  Cause it did wonders fa y'all relationship 
 I always felt i got left over ish
 You told me i was a surprise 
 Rarely could i ever read love in your eyes
  And when i did i knew it wasn't there to stay
  Feelings for me change from day to day 
 Bet you didn't know i tried to take my own life 
Bet you didn't know i was once gone be a womans wife
  And i know you dont know about the time i was raped 
 Or about the time i was forced to make a video tape 
You couldn't know your baby girl should be a mother 
 Didn't know i was till i saw blood on the covers  
And there is still a list of ish you could never see  
Cause i keep all of this ish down deep inside of me 
 No it's not all your fault we're not like mom an daughter
  When i saw how things worked i could have tried harder 
  But yet and still this is the woman you raised 
 Taught to live on my terms , do things my way 
 I really  cant help how i am you see  
The best i can do is simply be me  
But you dont know the ish that i been through  
Only concerned about whats up with you 
But if you took the time to look under, not just above 
 Look deep inside, my heart is full of love 
And if you used more than just your eyes to see 
Maybe you could see the wonder known as Kimberly


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My Darling Pinkee



Profile:
Name: Pinkee
Alias: Alias the Pinkster
Likes: Game's, Sponge Bob, Dancing
Height: Midget
WT:  35 lbs.
Age: only four (04)
Education: Smart as a Whip
Claim to fame:  feel's no shame

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When I am feeling lonely
And feeling kind of blue
I count on my darling Pinkee
She will know what to do
        ------
Let's us play game's
That is what she would say
She love to kiss and hug
She sing's all day
        ------
She is a real character
Whether she is at work'
         Or at play
I know that she is happy
So long as thing's are her way
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She taught me the word
Ish-ca-duta
That mean's I just don't know
And if you ask me why
Then, I will tell you so
It's the Pinkster you know
      She told me so         
        ------
One day we made a song
Something that you might not
      Want to miss
And then she gave me a little kiss
     And it goes' a little
Something like this
       -------
Wee Luv uhr Pin-kee
O'h yes wee do-oo-00
We wulve uhour pink-eey
I must be-ee true-uho-uho
        ------
Now, I know that I do Love her
And the baby she in mind
Their are so many thing's to do
Just so little time
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I know that I love you
With heart body and soul
I know that the thing's
That you do for me
Make's me young and bold
      -----
Her name is P-ink-ee
She is taught and she is tame
With-out her is this world
My world would never
Be the same
      ------
She is smart
She really knows' how
To play the game
On top of that
She knows' how to
Spell her name
    ------
My name is P-ink-ink-ee-ee
O'h, yes it is--s-is's
My name is Pink-yee
Have lot's of chee-ree-rs
        -----
She is smart
Smart as a whip
Even when though
She is four
She always give 
Me the slip...

If not, then 
She will give me
A tip
      ------
And who can ask
For more

             GF

******Note: ********
Her name is Faith Renee Wiggins -AKA- the {Pinkster}


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DARLING DEAR

...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

...alive,
the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that
inspires,

of the everlasting.


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Gotta get Mine

It's been awhile since I've had a taste. A smorgasboard of artistic drug laced, with passion, purpose,skill, and will, beautiful with poetic appeal. It's been awhile since my soul has taken this trip, aboard these vehicles, our mothership, that take ahold, of my mind and soul letting me know, whose got control, moving me, at the reigns, of how I feel, making me laugh, one moment, another driving me to tears, all the while I'm standing, or sitting still. For you I am so thrilled, to concieve, believe, and feel. Your mere mental images that you paint, across my mental landscape, vivid pictures, leaving me feeling faint. But then like a fix, I yearn for more, poetic pleasures, to even this score. To the creator, I give thanks, for creating you all, Poets, my brothers and sisters, in literal signs, giving this poetic junkie, your shared words of love, of the 'ummptenth' divine time.


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A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


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InSide Happiness

Happiness is an emotion that i don't show very often, The Evil inside kills me everyday not to show it coming. Joy, where did you go? I can't find you anymore, where are you hiding? Please come back to me, i want to feel you when ever i want it siding. The smell of you next to me is so peaceful, But i cant see your magical touch cause its i am not too cheerful. Slap me or do what ever you want to me, Crawl inside me and make me feel you freely.


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Ode to Mother

Ode to Mother

Mothers are the greatest
Mothers are the love,
That children hold the dearest

Mothers overlook the things
That children often do
That’s why Mother, we
Sing this song to you.

We hold you in the deepest 
Section of our heart.
And show you, Mother, that we love you
And with you we’d never part

Although we never tell you
Somehow we need for you to know
That the friend we sometimes need,
Is found in you indeed.

Our friendship is one that
Blossoms from a bud
And flourishes into what
A daughter calls a MOM





	By: Nena Enriquez


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Family Members Gone

Sadness, loneliness and grief,
As I still live in disbelief, 
Both of them are gone,
Under the church lawn,
Gone under the soil,
And leaves me in turmoil,
My aunt and my cousin, both dead,
Laying in a casket resting their head,
I love them both, not because their family,
But because making me happy is their specialty,
They were taken by Him, it was too soon,
But that's what He wanted, He plays by His own tune,
They will be missed by many,
No one can replace them, u can’t find any,
I cry for them both, my tears will flow,
Not afraid to hide them, I make them show,
Will I ever see them again?,
If not my heart won't mend,
But I'll remember their both happy in heaven,
Just losing those two makes me feel like it was 9/11......


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Unwelcomed Houseguest

I stayed at your house, I thought would be fine
I thought I'd be welcomed caused you stayed at mine
I cleaned your house, moped your floors to
You made me feel like mud on the bottom of your shoe

At my house you were lazy thought you were a queen
but I didn't complain, didn't want to be mean
At my house you were welcomed to do as you pleased
even gave you a key made you feel at ease
 
At your house I was snubbed, made to feel like a fool
God forbid I'd talk too loud, or break some other rule
You were a stranger to me yet, I took you in, I thought
we were closer, even considered you a friend

But you turned on me, forgot the things I'd done
considered you part of the family for the sake of my son
But turns out you were only a disappointment at best
thought you were kinda special, sorry, but you failed the test

I guess it brought you pleasure to treat me like you did
you had no respect for me, you acted like a kid
It's kinda sad things turned out this way, it didn't
have to be
All it took was a softer heart, but you wasted time hating me
I hope to never be your houseguest again, and I hope
you're never mine
because never laying eyes on you again, would suit me just
fine.


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MY ODE TO ANNIE

She always had the brightest smile,
one could see it from a mile
and Annie knew how beautiful it was!


She had the smallest heart,
and when it gave...it was the biggest;
Annie gave more, not less!


Her portrait hangs on the front wall color sage,
her joyful image as innocent as a babe...
I look up and meet those radiant eyes! 


My ode to Annie on a Fall evening with crackling fire
I had protected her from darkness and dire...
even when the world's doors would have opened up!


Oh, did I mention the time she lost her front tooth on the school bus?
She came home crying, running from every kid who heard the fuss...
Annie found it later in her winter coat and buried in the backyard!


She never knew her dad and wished had one,
but Annie saw that father in me and thought I was awesome...
she looked at me with tenderness and really understood!


My ode to Annie on a Fall evening thirty years after,
when this thought stroke me and made me a writer...
forever remembering that heart which changed me! 


My ode to Annie whose life reflects mine,
my ode to Annie...a young soul so divine;
my ode to remember her until I'll have breath!


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Dangerous Breed

American Pit Bulls Are a dangerous breed
They will lick you till you cant breath
They will make you laugh till your rolling on the floor
they will love you and beg for more

Oh Yes They are so dangerous and mean
when it is feeding time best not let the cat be seen
They might stop eating their kibbles to play
Or want you to rub their bellies that special way


Mines Name is Saddie Lynn
She drives me crazy sometime 
But I would never hurt her nor her me or my friends
Because I am her protector and she is mine


So watch out for the badest breed ever bread
the American Pit Bull you will not be able to give away
The one who sleeps at the head of your bed
And keeps all the bad stuff at bay


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Nostalgia

Stillness filled the place
Only the muted shuffle of my slippers
interupted the heavy silence.
The sights, the sounds and the home
battered at my memory, echoed in my mind.
Their faces and smiles 
reflected in the mirror of my brain.
As I stood at the window,
the sight of the pastel blooming flower
in the park made me open the pane.
I heard chirping birds-
that pleasantly stilled my inner turmoil
And disrupted the silence.
An urge hit me to go out
And absorb the blessings that were beginning
to melt my loneliness...
I missed my family back home.
Indeed, there's no place like home.


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Freckled Palms

Long dangly fingers shake like a leaf in the wind.
They have the delicacy of a flower,
but show the strength of a lion.
When she touches and explores new land
uncertainty runs through the veins in her hand.
Read her palm;
foresee a long life.
Freckled skin is far from calm.
These hands will always work to please.


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Ode to a Virgo Mom on the Occasion of Her Birthday

Grace under pressure
Unflappable class
Overtones of elegance
Strength of brass.

Tending splendid gardens
Where laughter and fun
Sprout as if native
In the warmth of her sun.

Incensed by thoughtless actions
Yet steady in her mood
Mixing sweet persuasion
With wisdom for food.

A Virgo mom’s a blessing
For one raised in her nest
So just today this Taurus says
That Virgo is the best!


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Goodbye, my love -Part I

I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight. 

Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision

Oh my Lord, your one decision, 
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.

She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane

And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand 
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man

And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence

And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me

And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now, 
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness

For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.



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If only she could see

She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep, 
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.


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IF I COULD

If I could, I'd turn back the hands of time to capture every sweet memory and trap them in 
my mind.

I'd hold your hand a little tighter, talk to you more, and laugh until we cried.

Never miss a chance to be right by your side.

Yes, DAD there are so many things I'd do so differently now that I won't have the chance to 
try.

And as the winds of our time blow ever so sweetly in my ear; Everyday I find myself wishing 
you were still her

This is my  pain and I live with it as I should; to change it would be a blessing only IF I 
COULD...




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ansley piper dunning

this stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister, epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to the mother at same age)
What with her willowy young woman body
brimming with budding potential for breath-taking beauty
enhanced by her quiet mien
expressing itself thru exemplary artistic and literary flair
if asked to draw a character sketch anime or wax poetic she would demure
modesty restrains her acknowledging creative talents
so I thought to compose an ode in praise
of this quiet-natured adolescent teetering on the brink of adulthood
evolving positive qualities via the strength of said sibling
whose ambitious parents embarked to Spain
late summer found them bound for the Iberian peninsula
this brother suppresses envy at adventurous bold risk-taking
exposing offspring to world wide web of Europe
fostering cultural awareness, represents continuity
for I remember this youngest sibling as gently conniving for courage
to act on her je nais sais qua esprit de corps
as like an inner divining rod and faith in self
enabling exemplary example for motherhood constituting
both this and Marleigh (the second of deux whip smart darlings)
with the world at their fingertips as hands on learning
all the while insinuating courage to take life by the horns!??


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HIS NAME IS NICK

through his mom he has come to know me 
and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails
I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up
she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles
to pull this large woman up,i saw  such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to
have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick
must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know
such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God
Bless Nick


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You used to be my idol

Someone asked me about you the other day,
"In the cemetery over there is where he lay."
"A shame" she said, with such dismay,
"he's still the idol of the town today."

He had been my idol once too,
until I found out what he did to you,
that's when we left and no one knew,
they only heard stories that were not true.

I nodded at the lady and smiled back at her,
his memories overwhelmed me, things became a blur,
I hurriedly walked away from her.

You used to be my idol, your betrayal was too great,
My forgiveness too late.... 



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2002-2008

St Judes sent a picture of Bryce
under it two big numbers
counted out a small life
I said to myself
"He lost his fight."
one of the plights
of human life

every month St. Judes
send's a picture
one of the little ones 
fighting cancer

every month
i say a prayer
"excuse me God.
are you there?

here's this little one
trying very hard.
cure this childs cancer,
if You can find it in your heart."

now i'm wondering
what i'll say today
looking at the picture
it's usually time to pray

now is time to ask Him
does praying really matter
when i say those words 
does someone get better

if God is God
how can anyone get sick?
if He really loves us
He'd take care of it

long ago, God made St Judes
it was one of his answers 
He made up for you

so if your still wondering
if God still answers prayers
take a look at St. Judes
and you'll find answers there


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The 6th Child


Woman, she is
A mother of five

Man, he is
A father of five

In a life
Of ups and 
Downs
They share- 

The four walls 
Of loneliness
The woven rug 
Of love

And in the throbbing shadows, 
Of fear and joy, they are waiting 
Eagerly, for me, to come out


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Ode to a Wife

Wife, you are a quilt
A lasting duvet of my soul 
At winter nights
You warmed me when I felt cold
You embraced me when I needed an embrace
You fed me when I came home 
From work, late and hungry
Kind-heartedly, you’ve quenched my thirst
Now that you’re worn
Here I am, and, I wanted to say
Let me, your husband, be the quilt
A lasting duvet… for you, and 
For my unborn heir


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A letter to a son

Now,the pumpkin is ripe,
we're only a few days from the year's first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk,
taken in the round it isn't a bad year at all-
if it weren't for your father.
Your father's back is back again
and all the work has fallen on my shoulders,
your little siblings are doing fine at school,
only Linda's becoming a problem.
You'll remember we wrote you-did you get our letter?
-you didn't answer-you see,since your father's back started,
we haven't been able to raise enough to send Linda to school,
she spends most of the time crying alone;
it's mainly because because of her that I'm writing this letter.
I had thought you would be with us last xmas,
then I thought maybe you were busy
and you'll make it at easter-
it was then your father nearly left us son,
then I thought I would come to see you soon before the cold season sets in-
you know how I hate that time of year-but then your father went down again
and this time,worse than any other time before.
We were begginng to think he would never see another sowing season.
I asked your sister Linda to write you,but your father wouldn't agree
-you know how stubborn he is when he has to lie in bed all day
or,gets one of those queer notions of his that everybody is deserting him!
Although we had to borrow a little from those who have it 
to treat your father,and you know how he hates borrowing!
     That's all I want to say.
     I do hope you would be with us soon.
     It's so long ago since we saw you last,
      -I hope this letter finds you still at the old address,
      the only address we know.


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TRUE MOTHERS

Have you ever taught that  mothers
love their children in the same way?
Have ever you ever understood
that the eyes of  true mothers
share in their great joy
and most times cry...
when they make them really proud
of their first victory?

True mothers give more than
their immortal affection...
they open up their big hearts
to those needing strenght:
to help them in that long journey
away from their sight,not their thoughts;
and when they return,
they'll be waiting anxiously!

And if you wonder why you never
see them cry...it's because they withhold
their tears beyond her undetectable fears;
true mothers monitor your steps like God...
'till they're completely sure
you won't  bedazzled by failure!

True mothers can't help imagining
what tomorrow will bring to their seed;
and knowing that their mission in life is sacred,
they'll keep that love flowing...to keep us on living!