Let's celebrate teachers--give them a big hand!
For they hold the treasure a child's mind needs.
They open doors to discovery's wondrous land;
then urge them along to help them succeed.
Their drive and coaxing we feel throughout life--
whispers of "you know you can do much more."
Life, you told us, is not won without strife,
so, "get busy, let's see what you have in store."
When recalling school days, who comes to mind?
Schoolmates in classes, acquaintances fleet.?
Along with your good friends, who do you find?
I'll bet it's the ones who made learning sweet.
Miss McMillan, who came with us from Jr. High.
Iris and Byron Chew stretched our brains far.
Miss Mershon said let's give pyramids a try.
Mrs. Babcock had us reach for a star.
Thanks, teachers, for giving us distant shores
to visit, and snow-capped mountains to climb.
Thanks for holding our children's hands in yours
guiding their journey through momentous times.
Thanks for helping those who have tutor needs;
for late nights grading papers without end.
You smile as we leave, for you planted seeds.
All this, and you manage to be a friend!
May 31, 2022
A mother's love
Nothing can compare
Always willing to give of herself
Never asking anything in return
She comforts in times of sorrow
She lifts your spirits by her kind words
O sweet mother of mine
We honor you one day a year
But you are so precious to us
Each and every day of the year
May God's blessing be with you
Not only on Mother's day but everyday
We are who we are because of you
I thank God for giving me a mother as sweet as you
To My Mom a very precious and special lady.
Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock
In the warm spring air
as humid nights linger
Hands caress in silence
She revels in his tender stare
Barefoot they walk hand in hand
As nature's splendor surrounds
They drank heavily in their passion
consumed with love
But love's elixir ran too fast
Hot and heavy as the summer heat
Like a potion she thirst for more
Awaiting each day for his sensual touch
Passion fused always wanting more
Whatever he wanted she freely gave
She wanted more and he began to want less
They played willingly with fire
Riding high on desire
She was running hot
He became distant running cold
Chains of steel could not bind him
Her flames could not melt the ice
The cold autumn wind blew in
Took the fire from his soul
The summer love that once flowed like wine
Turned sour before the winters snow.
5/8/15
Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock
He clutched the string to his heart
His soul screamed with silent rage
Wings of steel bound
Moments gone forever stolen
Within the confines of his mind
He tries to calm what remains
of this tormented soul
In the flames of autumn
He threads in solemn solitude
His spirit cries out to the dark skies
Far into the deepening night
He awaits the rising dawn
Another day will allow
him to feel again
Guide him down the road
Moments gone forever stolen
Never to come back again.
4/21/15
Copyright 2015 Phyllis Babcock
Your friendship has touched my heart
Forever near, never far apart.
As another birthday has drawn near
Wishing you the best in this coming year.
Your friendship has meant the world to me
We both have been blessed you see.
That was the way it was meant to be
One part you--- one part me.
*** FRIENDS for eternity***
Phyllis Babcock 16/02/14
For Sharon on her 60th birthday
Glow of lights dancing in the sky
Flow of movement in twilight
Grow visions of colorful hues
Throw star dust into the night.
Night prevails in magical glow
Height of perfection patterns appear
Lights radiant reflect in the sky
Sight exquisite~ our heavens near.
04/04/13
Phyllis Babcock
Lento form
pure pristine magic place
untouched by humans...
delicate balancing seasons
Phyllis Babcock
Aug. 5 2012
With faith... lies
all hope
be thankful for all
we have
***we are truly
blessed***
It is the small
things in life
that we should
cherish the most.
6/16/12
Copyright 2012 Phyllis Babcock
Spring harkens the sun
Kaleidoscope of colors
harmoniously dance
Enchanting the woodland glow
An explosion of prisms pool.
5/14/12
Phyllis Babcock
for Carolyn's contest
Reveling in her mystery
An unknown aura touches
The shoulder of her guardian soul
Protecting it, eternally on her watch.
*******
She inhales in perfect beauty
Embracing the images mind
In majestic grace, she held captive
With isolated thoughts, the sands of time.
*******
The spirit moved in quick response
To what lay, in that moment of time
She reached inside the physical realm
Righting that moment to unwind.
*******
She held the few granules of time
Knowing a life was saved today
The angel held out her hand
Knowing divine love, saved the day.
*******
28/03/12
Phyllis Babcock
A Place
There's a place where horses run...waters flow and music fills the air...
No sadness...No tears...No Hunger...No rain
It's a place of rolling hills...poppy fields and light is Everywhere...
No sickness...No fears...No dieing...No pain...
A place of No more bills...debts Paid In Full...and loved ones meet you there...
~by deborah burch©
3/25/2012
**Jesus said: "I go to prepare 'A Place' for you..."
(3/27/2012---last line inspired in part by Russell Sivey and Phyllis Babcock...Thank you both!!!BIG HUGG,Love~deb)
It was the first car I owned and the only one
It was a small black Hillman bought for one hundred dollars
It drove for three weeks on a tank of fuel
Never letting me down except when it rained
You see those windshield wipers never did work
When the rain came had to stop every so often
Wipe off the window and proceed again.
I know it was unsafe to drive then
But I was young and stupid and did
That little car took me to work and back
But one thing for sure that little car would never
Make it through today's car inspection
I sold it three years later for one hundred dollars
So I never lost a penny on that little black Hillman.
for Carol's contest
Phyllis Babcock
The tree stood stark and lonely,
All naked in the cold.
Her branches bare, her lovely leaves,
The breath of Winter stole.
In spite of all she stood yet proud,
Her branches raised to Heaven,
A silent prayer in her heart,
For Winter's sleep to lessen,
The pain she felt amid the cold,
The biting wind so cruel,
And please let not some human come,
And use her wood for fuel.
Then the winter queen looked down,
On Tree with sympathy,
And gave to her a lovely gown,
Of snow in symmetry.
Now the tree stands all adorned,
In glowing winter grandeur,
And all who see her stand in awe,
Of Tree in Winter's splendor.
Thanks to Phyllis Babcock for her poem "TREE" which inspired this one.
The tree shuttered in the cold
It had to be so darn bold
It lost the leaves that adorned
Naked, now forlorn
by Phyllis Babcock
20/02/121
warm heat radiates
baking the soft fertile soil
regeneration
casting bright shadows
over sphere covered earth's crust
illumination
the brightness of day
a stark contrast to the night
rays versus moon beams
Phyllis Babcock
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