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 short amount of time
It has given me a big heart
That seemed to have disappeared
When we play games you make me laugh
If you ask me if I found my pot of gold
Abby, you are becoming a beautiful
Young lady right in front of me
And growing up fast every day
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.
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
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 adjustments.
This puts this newly-formed family into unusual predicaments.
Do you think this union will work out successfully?
All you have to do is watch the movie.
Based on the 1968 film "With Six, You Get Eggroll"
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 down on us,
Princess give us a wave.
Sean Ness
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 barking now.
Goodbye faithful friend,
farewell and love always!
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.
(inspired by)
"Mary Shelley's......Frankenstein"
her quote
"Beware; for I am fearless and therefore powerful."
and
Mel Brooks. "Young Frankenstein." Movie.
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 her first Paralympic games,
But for the backstroke 100m S13,
She took silver in a time of 1:09.09.
When she was very young her family,
Holidayed in Australia, and, sad,
That she couldn’t swim, like the rest,
She learnt afterwards with desire.
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 will see
Although I cannot paint your beautiful face,
Or the golden locks showering your shoulders,
In my heart you have a very special place,
For in fact, you are my heart’s holder.
I’m excited for the day we meet
Because I know it will be a splendid treat
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 the same track,
And rarer still when both succeed;
It takes a certain knack.
Now both are gone, with their advice.
They had their share of fame;
But each of them believed, I’m sure,
She had the most acclaim.
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 up, nail polish, and lots of pretty dresses
Pigtails, clips and head bands that tie up lovely tresses
Bubble baths, cuddles and telling fairy tales
Playing dress up... pretend weddings with silky veils
Hide and go seek, swing rides and trips to the dollar store
Tea sets, making crafts and laughter and smiles galore
Kisses, hugs, abundance of love, never will she be deprived
Time to rejoice for my precious first grand child has arrived.
Abigail Clara Rose
Born March 11, 2012
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 weren’t you careful? It’s all your fault!”
The guilt’s SO Heavy…should I end my life?
----Sonless
Received 3rd place in "diazin" contest
Received 8th place in "Dilemna" contest
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 lack of gratitude
the anger kept inside
when the country is a city
on the ocean do we hide
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 air
Be the shark on the move
Be the wrong size shoe
Be the peppers in the salsa
That’s you
Be the diver in the plane
Be the high rise
The tower in the storm
The sand castle too close to the shore
Be the dieter with his fork in the cake
Be the heart with the break
Be human for goodness sake
-Jess
.
A wonderful, beautiful young girl
Bright eyes seeking God
Because dad and mom believe
Youth seeks and absorbs knowledge of God
For a young girl in my children's church class
Related Poems