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My little Chocolate Mess

Bathwater and bubbles are waiting,
but my child is nowhere near.
Yet, I can see from cookie crumbs,
he's crawled from here to there.

Oh, yes! he's been in the kitchen.
I see his crooked crumb trail,
which leads to our white kitten,
with a chocolate, sticky tail!

In every room I search
for my little chocolate mess.
Then, I find him in the my bedroom,
with his hands on my new dress!


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I Love Mommy Because

Mommy loves me more than laundry
More than dirty dishes too
She’d rather spend her time with me 
Than doing things others do

She would rather play with me 
Than take a nap or sew
I love Mommy ‘cause she loves me
More than any TV show

She’s always there to pick me up 
And love away my tears.
She prays to Jesus every night 
To keep me from my fears

She gobbles like a turkey
And loves to dance around
I always smile; always laugh
She’s better than a clown

She’d rather eat her food all cold
So she can feed me “HUM”, and
Then wipe my face and clean the 
Walls and floor of food I’ve flung
 
Mommy makes the greatest faces 
When I do something she likes
But, saves the best for when she finds
She’ll need the baby wipes

She mostly talks like grownups do
But tries to talk like me
She hasn't mastered yet just how 
To speak in baby-ese.

If there’s just one thing I could say 
To Mommy when I’m grown…
“Thank you for who you are 
And the love you’ve always shown.”


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Papa, Mama and Winnie

I’ve placed it in the most visible place
This old photo of black and white
Taken in 1943, the edges worn and frayed  
Papa, Mama, Winnie, eyes bright

Though one by one they’ve all gone
They’ve left legacies of love, faith
And the sweet memories linger on
This beautiful photo transmits

When I look at their eyes
Warmth and gentleness residing                   
Dressed in their best, wearing subtle smiles
Beauty is captured, surviving!
~*~
3/03/13
Inspired by a beautiful photo of my parents and eldest sister...R.I.P.


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Dark Lullaby

Go to sleep little child;
Close your eyes and shut them tight,
For we do not know if day will break
And be swallowed up by night.

But for now, worry not, my dear;
The dark's not as bad as it seems.
Though darkness looms over the future,
You can still escape into your dreams.

Lie still my darling baby;
Breathe calmly and breathe slow
Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night
And the moon's hypnotic glow.

Worry not about the closet
Or the things under your bed;
Escape into Dreamland, my dear,
Safe from all the things you dread.

And if tomorrow fails in coming,
At least you will not be here;
Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams...

Or be consumed by your fears.


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A Fathers Perspective

I was scared oh so scared
Seeing my baby that way
Her tiny little body
Was all purple and grey

My heart feared the worst
I thought she was dead
Down a dark corridor 
My mind had been led

My heart became joyful
When the doctor touched her feet
A crying pink angel
This proud papa would meet

I waited to hold her
A truly special day
The cutest thing ever
What else can I say

Moments become years
Special memories are made
Ones that are important
In my heart I've replayed

Like watching musicals
Nick naming her, Gal Sal
My Christina would giggle
Her daddy's little pal

Her happy disposition
Would always make me smile
I treasured each moment
Saved them in a mental file

Like learning to ride a bike
Needing to do it alone
I loved the look of triumph
When she did it on her own

My little daughter growing
Still daddy's little girl
Her my special angel
A treasure and a pearl

My spirits had been low
She went with me on a walk
I felt so much better
Christina let me talk

She had become a woman
Sensitive, wise and kind
Within her heart a treasure
My answer I would find

Cruising down a river
In China mile by mile
Wishing for forever
Yet it passed in just a while

Still I can remember
I really saw her that day
Travelling on her own path
She had found her special way

Now today on her Wedding
I could not be more proud
There's special in her quiet
She is strong although not loud

I entrust her to Michael
My most precious gift
On the strong wings of prayer
Together may God lift


I wrote this poem using My wife Mary's, brother inlaw's memories.
Today July 26th, 2014 is his daughter's wedding day. May God bless 
Christina and Mike's union. 


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The Sound of Love

Lying in the cold sterile room
Tentatively tracing a soft pattern on the chair.
My husband’s ashen face
Staring blankly at the bleached white walls.

Calming myself with each breath
Waiting patiently for the news.
She slowly enters with a kind smile
Immediately I feel my anxiety weaken. 

She looks at the intimidating screen
Suddenly the frantic sound fills the room
The sound I will never forget, but long to hear again
The sound of a thrashing propeller somehow submerged in water. 

The screen becomes a transparent window
For the first time we gawk at our child.
How I have prayed and imagined seeing him.
How I have worried for everything to be alright. 

We entered with unspoken concerns
Leaving with joyous hearts 
Proof of our little child
Growing healthy with the strong sound of love.


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Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.


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My Little Angel

Mittens and booties
little hands and feet
nice little cap
worn on little head

Cute little fingers
delicate to touch
wrap so tightly
in my big rough hands

Sleeping peacefully
in your bright little crib
a soft breathing sound
come from your tiny lips

I've dreamed of these moments
when you were in my womb
but God has other plans
and took you away so soon

I never saw your face
nor hear your first cry
you were gone from me
without knowing why

I cried so much that day
when i lost you to fate
you became an angel
to watch me from above 


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More Agony

My friend I want you to know
 That happy for you I am
As before the coming snow
 You will have a baby in a pram.

Your shower today was nice
 I thought I could handle it.
But my heart is not ice
 For jeaousy I feel this I admit.

I feel like a loon
 My babies gone
No lullabies to croon
 No being woke at dawn.

I thought I could handle this
 Be here for my dear friend
But there is gaping abyss
 And I do not want to offend.

This your day to shine
 And do well to not frown
And to not even let out a whine
 Though in sorrow I drown.

I leave the shower
 My wounds to lick.
In my own space cower
 Pain in my heart does stick.

I am now alone 
 I lay here and cry.
In agony I moan
 And in misery I sigh.

I really am a lousy friend.
 For how can I feel sad?
How can I make amends
 and tell you why I am bad?

No more baby showers for me
 I cannot do this
To much pain for this to be
 For me there is no bliss.

My arms do so ache
 For the babies that are mine.
How much more pain can I take?
 How much longer will I pine?

Can anyone understand
 What I truly am?
A mother in no man's land
 Whose tears have broke the dam.

A mother who misses 
 Her children each day.
I miss thier kisses,
 Their bedlam and fun way.

Why can I not heal?
 Why must agony sear
And my fate and theirs seal
 For this I do fear.

I thought I was doing good
 But as you can see
This pain gets me where I stood
 And still gets the best of me.


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Biding Its Time

She's just turned six year old and so
Her baby teeth are primed to go.
But one, reluctant to vamoose,
Just hangs in there, relaxed and loose.

Our Amy doesn't seem to mind. 
She is not the conceited kind,
And has more things to think about
Than a laggard tooth that won't fall out.

If you chance to see beguiling grin
With a tooth that is more out than in,
You have seen our Amy, there's no doubt
And her baby tooth that won't fall out.


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A Muddy Gerber Baby

My mommy used to tell me that
I had such tiny toes
Which she counted, one to ten
While tapping my little nose.

It was difficult to believe it;
How could I have been so small?
To fit in tiny booties and slippers
I could not believe at all. 

Until one day I took a look
At the album my mum had found.
It showed: me dressed in diapers and
Some mud from off the ground.

If I knew I was dirty, I didn't care
Or my disdain was shown as a grin
And ten tiny toes all curled around 
The same mud I stood in.

Such memories I still cannot recall
But I must believe it to be true.
I still don't think I fit in those booties.
(In that picture I had no shoes!)



The picture I used was one of me when I was 

two or three years old. I was standing in my 

grandma's garden, muddy but smiling with 

little dimples. Good times, good times.


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My Privilege



The bassinets in line before the window… Little packages of hope for the human race, Through the glass the reflection of love.. The ever-hopeful cycle of man taking place. Every little face beloved by eyes that see The babe, the child, the promise of the young. The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker.. Each of these children a precious song to be sung. To watchful eyes the daily scene unfolds, To the nurse the proud privilege of the day. To care for new life with love and faith.. And safely send each one on its life’s way.
Barbara Gorelick-It was my privilege to work in the nursery for over 20 yrs. The best job I ever loved


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Now, As Then

The Angel passed by the house of worship 
and over the rich man's gate; 
appeared on a lonely hillside 
to men of humble faith.

The star shone not before his people 
but to strangers in a foreign land, 
men of learning who studied the planets, 
and knew that a King was born to man.

What will he find when he comes to us?
Will he find us waiting for him,
or will he pass over and appear to others, 
finding our faith a little too thin?

Will he be pleased with how we worship
Will he be honored by what we do,
or will he view our preparation and say, 
"Presents too many and prayers too few"?


                                           


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Baby

The pink of a rosebud,
the sky’s delicate blue,
softness of a kitten’s fur,
freshness of morning dew.

Warmth of winter’s firelight,
the laughter of the sea,
golden glow of sunlight’s ray,
song sparrow’s sweet melody.

Promise of the rainbow,
the future’s treasured dream,
fragrance of spring’s blossom,
beauty of woodland’s stream.

All the earth’s sweet joys
and heaven’s mystery too,
embraced in this new life
God has given to you.


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Baby Boy

I see God in all of life
          in all that's good and true
But most of all, little one
	                I see God in you
The pleasure of your smile
	     always so fresh and new
The light shining in your eyes
	   the deepest shade of blue
Your loving nature, tender spirit
         your joy and eagerness too

A gift from Heaven, sent
	         to fill an empty space
Loneliness and yearning
	           gone without a trace
Peace and contentment now
	           resides in their place
God's love in precious form
              the wonder of His grace
All of life is mirrored
                          in one tiny face


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Protecting the Helpless

Three years running, she came
and diligently built her nest,
sheltered from the wind and rain
in a spot she thought was best .

Yet there's one regrettable flaw.
Placed four feet from our door,
built of mud, fluff and straw -
this year, the same as before.

Does expectant mother not know
she's gambling with babies' lives?
Two eager cats live just below,
watching with greedy, shining eyes.

For most of earth's innocent few,
danger lurks on every hand,
unless there is someone who
takes a clear, protective stand.

The cats are quarantined inside
till baby birds fly on their own.
When that day finally arrives,
another cycle - here and gone.


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free cee A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

   A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run out of love
but these are things i'm sure you already know

while we're riding the rails let the train keep glued to the tracks
but keep pushing baby until the rails rust and the cupola loses it's view
keep pushing baby until we split up our backpacks
and i'll go my way while you can do whatever it is you want to do

I can't figure out what station you want to get off at
I can't understand where you want this train to end
keep pushing baby because I too can play tit for tat
so keep pushing honey because only the conductor knows what lies 'round the bend

keep pushing me honey and one day your bed will no longer be my home
and i'll have found a new place below or above
keep pushing me honey and you'll force this troubled transient to roam
so keep pushing me baby with one unforgettable shove
       © 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
  


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FREE CEE a cupola travellers

   A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run out of love
but these are things i'm sure you already know

while we're riding the rails let the train keep glued to the tracks
but keep pushing baby until the rails rust and the cupola loses it's view
keep pushing baby until we split up our backpacks
and i'll go my way while you can do whatever it is you want to do

I can't figure out what station you want to get off at
I can't understand where you want this train to end
keep pushing baby because I too can play tit for tat
so keep pushing honey because only the conductor knows what lies 'round the bend

keep pushing me honey and one day your bed will no longer be my home
and i'll have found a new place below or above
keep pushing me honey and you'll force this troubled transient to roam
so keep pushing me baby with one unforgettable shove
       © 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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can one be arrested for yelling liar in a CHURCH

CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?

You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me 

We three had left together but suddenly there were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain
 
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
And called this a  “storm by madness made”

And then he made us walk blindly through the wood 
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
in the wilderness it is a mean  and uncertain gamble  
As you amble through the briars and the brambles

You need  to possess  a lot of fortitude 
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist,  I could have killed Suede

Then suddenly the fighting was done
As Suede screamed orders I just wanted us all to run 
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung to the troubles of his component

There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power is the one who wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
Now let’s all go out and find her,yeah, lots of luck

Suddenly he just stole our baby away
I begged him to let our baby stay
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden n a new area, in a brand new neighborhood

All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy 
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim 
And that’s virtually all we can remember of  him

While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
While most of us believed us finding her were slim
My wife and I were defenseless and both our hearts were horrendously  hurt  
Oh, and we were only the second parents to use what we now named an “Amber Alert” 
       © 2011.….
    








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FREE CEE a cupola travelers

   A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run out of love
but these are things i'm sure you already know

while we're riding the rails let the train keep glued to the tracks
but keep pushing baby until the rails rust and the cupola loses it's view
keep pushing baby until we split up our backpacks
and i'll go my way while you can do whatever it is you want to do

I can't figure out what station you want to get off at
I can't understand where you want this train to end
keep pushing baby because I too can play tit for tat
so keep pushing honey because only the conductor knows what lies 'round the bend

keep pushing me honey and one day your bed will no longer be my home
and i'll have found a new place below or above
keep pushing me honey and you'll force this troubled transient to roam
so keep pushing me baby with one unforgettable shove
       © 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
  


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FREE CEE a cupola travelers

   A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run out of love
but these are things i'm sure you already know

while we're riding the rails let the train keep glued to the tracks
but keep pushing baby until the rails rust and the cupola loses it's view
keep pushing baby until we split up our backpacks
and i'll go my way while you can do whatever it is you want to do

I can't figure out what station you want to get off at
I can't understand where you want this train to end
keep pushing baby because I too can play tit for tat
so keep pushing honey because only the conductor knows what lies 'round the bend

keep pushing me honey and one day your bed will no longer be my home
and i'll have found a new place below or above
keep pushing me honey and you'll force this troubled transient to roam
so keep pushing me baby with one unforgettable shove
       © 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
  


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My Babies

She’s growing up just way too fast
My baby girl with dimpled face
The love she gives just makes me smile
As the love I have shan’t be replaced
No matter how old she will get
To when adulthood steals her gaze
I shall remember my baby girl
As I cherish all her gentle ways

And, too, so of my baby boy
A little man beyond his years
I can not bear to see him age
As growing away becomes my fears
His gentle heart and serious ways
Take him past his years of eight
He’ll always be that little one
My baby boy who captivates