H opes of great joy to all
A lways upon other families we call
P leased to share what we have with others
P laying children warm the hearts of all today
Y elling and laughter so happy what can we say
H appy thoughts as we remember days gone by
O ld folks telling others family stories oh my
L aughter ringing out thoughout the day
I' d have been a fool if I had not visited today
D eck The Halls one among the many songs being sung
A lways in the hearts of all today is baby Jesus
Y ou can feel the love for one another always
S inging praises to and about Jesus as we wish all "Happy Holidays"
Holiday Acrostic Challenge for Francine Roberts
Carol Ann Brown
1st Place Winner
C heating can ruin a
H appy marriage
E specially when there is
A lienation of affection
T hat deals with someone’s
E motions and can
R uin your love forever.
Yesterday can never come again.
All my family were together then.
My memories are beckoning, and I want to be where
Troubles in that place I know as yesterday
Seemed to always melt away
Far into my past -
Away, so far away, I wish to flee.
Now I face the future.
It brings to me a feeling which
Seems a little bit like dread
As all the new uncertainties swirl inside my head.
Though I still have family and many lovely friends,
They’re in a world their own, apart from mine.
Here am I, in my own little world, and
To the very end, this is where I’ll
Oh, my memories! In golden moments loved ones shine!
I long for that togetherness, the joy that I
Believe is only found
In family because our worlds were not divided then.
Yesterday, why can’t you come again?
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Mountains crumble no more to be
Oceans of woe since you left me
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes
Everlasting grief with no mend
Reminds me daily, it will not bend
Inconceivable, this pain I bear
My love's not gone, together we'll share
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet
Salvation unites on heaven's shore
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more
Only a moment in time we wait
Until we meet at heaven's gate
Emotional scars that never heal
Great people are raised here;
Raul is the poet of his town,
And he's an uncle of mine.
Courageous with his pen;
Everyone knows his name.
Motionless by the tree,
On top of his famous hill.
Nothing stops the writing of,
The poet of Gracemont.
Dedicated to my uncle Raul Moreno
for his undying love of Gracemont.
Ever thoughtful and kind, you rejuvenate my days
Making me laugh and smile with your ever shining rays
In truth, you are amazing, so cheerful and so bright
Like a mind-boggling revelation, I can see a new light
I often find myself wondering why we never spoke before
Economics was rather boring, but we found an open door!
Dependently, I discovered one sun inside this darkened place
Invariably I understand that there is good within disgrace
Caught inside the pains of life, your positivity has a power
Kept away from fear and sadness, you sweeten what is sour
I cannot describe in mere words how much I appreciate you
Now I reach into the dark to find something so new
Somehow I will show the world what you have done for me
Onwards into friendship, our light they will surely see
Never forget that you are awesomtastically brilliant, Emilie!
Twisting the Misery around his Finger,
He walks to an isolated place.
Embedding his Heels into Sand, Carefully He
Offers himself to the Earth.
Lucid, Nostalgic Perfumes of a
Deceased Love Permeate his senses.
Meagrely He closes his eyes,
Night time captures the Sun and
Sinks into Sand. Darkness,
Like Liquid it Slips under the Surface
Engulfing the Labyrinth of Light,
Eating the morning hue, turning it to mist.
Peace is With Him, For Now, He
Mothers are truly God’s gift to the world and really for us
Oh, they will put things out, even a fuss with a simple touch
The essence of their being prevents us from being in a rush
Hear their words of wisdom and one will learn very much
Even as drivers they shift gears without scraping the clutch
Resting a child’s head, they simmer a cry with such a hush
Saving grace, loving us dearly like a hand with a royal flush