Abby Poems - Poems about Abby

My granddaughter is a blessing from God Abby has that special love and charm That makes her so special Abby brings so much happiness For our family and friends Every day we watch her grow And watch all the new things she has learned Every day we just love her more and more Every day and every minute Watching you grow up in a...

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All hail Abby Jones: Her sock drawer filled with Mundane and ordinary thoughts, Locked in a bunker Of imagination. She’s confused. She doesn’t know who she is. Neither do I. She wears tall socks in spring Because she doesn’t want To look at her ankles....

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Girl, where you been relaxing to a tune Girl what you doing tonight Doing my toes tonight Girl that's a plan way ahead of schedule what time tonight Doing what is right absent in thought really want to get out tonight don't feel the thrill Girl what you putting on The best you ever had Don't put me down Just open your wings and fly...

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An enterprising widowed woman is Abby McClure. She owns and operates a lumberyard, and is financially secure. Her sister Maxine can't stand to see Abby unattached. She knows a man named Jake Iverson, and gets them matched. Jake has a daughter, and Abby has three boys. All of the children are considered great joys. However, the marriage requires everyone to make...

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The moment the angels, Came and took you away, Our life's have got harder, And harder each day, The tears that we've cried, This pain that we feel, We know in our hearts, That we'll never heal, But we know that someday, We'll see you again, To hug and to hold you, Our love never ends, But until that day comes, Be strong and be brave, When you look...

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The day became silent not in a happy manner, the world was lighter not by much - but still significant, the sound of tears falling echoed into the night, life once lived now gone. How can it pass so quickly? A decade seemed like a day, time now frozen in this shaken soul, no more greetings, no more kisses, no more handshakes, no more sendoffs, no more anything, only silent...

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Whose brain?....... Did you put in?...... Abby Someone.... Let me think......... The label... on the jar.... read....Abby Normal.... I think......... A creative monster..... living inside.......... ....................her head. Who; Does labor? in the Laboratory of a Creative Life? It is.......the...... abnormal brain. Sewn together under experiments.... With ; Thoughts streaming under .......high.... electrical currents. A lightening...... fast speed........ In a moment of .............. Ideas. ...

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Abby comes from Largs in Scotland, And is visually impaired by Stargardt, The progressive vision disease panned, By some of the other Paralympians. Born on the 4th day of August 2003, She’s a student at Largs Academy, She trains hard in the backstroke, At N. Ayrshire Amateur Swim Club. So because she’s only thirteen, Rio was...

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A beautiful girl is what you are. You have your demons, but so full of love We have yet to meet, but that does not bar Our friendship because when push becomes shove I trust I will be able to rely on you, And hope you feel the same for me Because my feelings for you are true. I’m writing so you...

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Dear Abby and her sister Ann Both chose the same career, A case of sibling rivalry, Or so it would appear. When competition cuts too close, It’s natural for some friction; They didn’t speak for several years, A seeming contradiction. Eventually, they drifted back And plainly reconciled. Though they were twins, each might have wished To be the only child. It’s curious when siblings Opt to follow...

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Abby daddy's rejoicing a favorite hobby Making you laugh he riding your first stick pony The surrealism from mamma dada to mommy and daddy Your family laughing with you on your happy number three ...

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Hopscotch, barbie dolls, playing house and jump rope Puddle jumping, finger painting, needing lots of soap Baking cookies, stuffed animals and having a pet rock Vibrant drawings on the driveway with colorful chalk Dance recitals, swimming lessons and girl guides Zoo visits, riding bikes and amusement rides Beach pails, sand castles, playing in the sun Building snow men, tobogganing, oh what fun Make...

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DEAR ABBY: I’d never considered killing myself, Until I backed over my little boy. I know I should think about mental help; I break down when I see his untouched toys, His baby pictures, note the absent noise. Only three, he had hardly lived at all. His life cut short, like a sudden dropped call. Resentment’s an anvil in my wife’s eyes - “Why...

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we can't circumnavigate the globe although we'll surely try your father has a sailboat and I the will to die let's get lost out on the sea somewhere off Cape Horn force our families to gather in a solemn state of mourn inform the attendance keeper to expect absence this September even with no accomplishments we can pretend you'll all remember our clear...

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Ode to an Abby Be raw Be ragged on the edge Edgey if you will Be the salmon in the sushi on the rice Be the carrorts on the crou-tatay' tray Be the open in the bottle waiting still Be the grains in the field waiting for the heat of the mill Be dangerous Be the biker on the cycle in the...

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