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It bounced off the truck
And then rolled down the highway
Apple turnover


How 'bout them apples
When Jonathan McIntosh
Won the spelling bee


Apple of my eye
Jenny had the sweetest smile
For another guy


Right down to the core
When that apple crossed the plate
An infield dribble


Just one little hole
In that shiny    red apple
Just one little worm


Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2008

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A Foodie's Love Sonnet

Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?

You’re one in a melon, sweet sugar pie,
forbidden fruit I find so appeeling.
Cherry on the cake, apple of my eye.
Has there bean love? Don’t berry the feeling.

It’s a big dill and takes two to mango.
I’d sacri-rice all because you compleat me.
You oat to love me. Peas, love miso!
Just food for thought. Chew that fat with your tea.

I have so mushroom in my heart for you.
A pizza your heart? Say yes, honey - DEW!

Dec. 28, 2017 for  Viv Wigley's Food Fight Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Missing you

She was wonderful and powerful
My object of desire
Her smooth clean face so beautiful
The apple of my eye

My love she had an accident
She fell from up on high
I found her broken body there
'Twas lying on the ground

Now all I have's her memory
The songs we used to share
Oh how I miss that ipod
My heart it megahertz

Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010

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To My "Layla"

Where is that woman
I so loved so long ago?
And for reasons unfathomed
I love as much still

Beauty beyond compare
to me
Simple in thought
But complex in love

Years of remorse
have run their course
They have worn me down
I admit, I deserve no more
For as i guess oft happens
A fool will hurt himself

Where is she now? I wonder
Does she sleep alone like me?
Or next to someone
She wishes is elsewhere

Or, if blessed with luck-
Entwined in the arms
Of one she so loves

Oh, if it could be me
Foolish me...
Unable to endure
A love so intense
I felt I was losing
my identity
I found this powerful
love, this passion,
almost an obsession
Too scary to deal with

So I walked-
and 35 years later
so much
would love to
retrace my steps...
leading to her...

At least to know
how her life has unfolded
Not to rekindle
Love's embers
I'm not the same
as I was then

Worn down by years
Of abuse and pain
Yet every day
I think of her again

The apple of my eye
Layla incarnate

Once bodies entwined
Sweetest hours of my life

I'm a fool
So much a fool
Regret is my daily meal
Fools deserve no more 

For many years gone by,
And many years to come
I will regret...
The acts of this fool."

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

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Through Her Eyes Only

I brought her into this world,
But she is like a mother to me,
Darkness is the only colour for me,
Though I see the beautiful world, 
Through her eyes only,
Every morning she holds my hand,
She walks with me in the garden,
Tells me the beauty of nature,
I see the magical creation of God,
Through her eyes only,
She sits next to me,
Tells me how water changes its colours,
When sun’s rays fall into the pond,
How swiftly the fishes change their directions,
There is only darkness all around,
Though I can see some light of hope,
Through her eyes only,
I can smell the roses,
I can feel the intense heat of the sun,
I can listen to the mystical sound of chimes,
But I can see none of them,
She clasps her little fingers around mine,
And makes me see beyond the darkness,
I remember to live every day,
Through her eyes only,
I cannot see my child,
But she is the apple of my eye,
I live because she is in my life,
I feel my existence in this world,
Through her eyes only,
I might give up on life,
But her indomitable will,
Helps me to survive,
I fall in love with the darkness,
Because it brings me closer to my child,
And I can see a beautiful life ahead,
Through her eyes only!

Copyright © Archana Kapoor Nagpal | Year Posted 2014

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The Voice of Her Mother- My Daughter's Gift

I've written the lyrics to two lullabies for my daughter, Shereen. I even made 
up the tunes, and I'd sing to her when she was a baby to put her to sleep. She 
still remembers those songs at 19 years of age. For my birthday last May, she 
wrote this poem as a gift....just like last year. The quoted parts are words taken from the lullabies. I adore my daughter, my greatest and most precious gift.

“When she smiles, I feel like a bird in the sky.”
The words softly sung to the weary child-
This bundle of whimpers
This armful of distress-
Hoping they’d ease her restlessness
Hoping they’d calm her disquieted heart…
And they did. 
Like nothing else ever could.
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

“She is the apple of my eye.”
Rocking gently in time with the tune, she swiftly fell 
Fell into a peaceful slumber 
Nuzzled in the warmth of her consoler 
Whimpers softened, distress vanished 
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother. 

“With laughter and joy she fills my heart”
Nestled in that kind embrace
The child, now almost grown
With tear-stained face and heavy heart
Couldn't fight the world alone
But whenever she was breaking, too tired to go on
She’d search for those same words-
To ease her restlessness
To calm her disquieted heart…
She’d search for those same words
To find them in those same arms.
And she’d fall. Like she always did.
Fall into that peaceful slumber
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

Written by Shereen Nathalie Ghali (May 18, 2014)

Please read The Month of May...which is Shereen's first birthday poem written for me and posted here. You will find it if you type the title in PS's search engine. It is a beauty and is in rhyme. 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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listen here...i breathe again
listen here, my only friend
listen to the words i speak
even if they make you weak

life has come too far it seems
to break apart your precious dreams
and though you lie down wide awake
a single breath is all it takes

though deep and long returns the sigh
youre the apple of my eye
though i may be far away
kiss my lips..youll be okay.

this life is straining all of us
and listen is a must
i love you more than anything
so rest youre head and dream the dreams

of when i wasnt always gone
and all you had were letters from
a soul-dier with poetic words
to give to you so theyll be heard

Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013

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What a joy to behold 
Always my little baby 
a princess 
You hold my lifeline 
A part of my heart 

My life time 
you're so precious 
A treasure of all treasures 
To cherish you 
with all that I am 
An angel my daughter 
Who every day 
I believe in 

You my little sweetheart 
The apple of my eye
Forever my child 
You will live with me 
All of your life 
In the heart's 
chamber reserved 

In a special place 
forever welcome 
My diamond,
a jewel 
A treasure 
I once held 
My little angel 

My beautiful daughter 
At home 
in the heart 
With a father 
Who loves you

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2013

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With God's Blessings

God has truly blessed me
With a gift so pure
A new generation
Built on love

I pray you are strong
That you dream
You love
You care

You are God's gift
For me to love
For me to raise
For as long as we live

You are my Angel
The apple of my eye
A part of my soul
My little boy

Not too much longer
Before we meet
To see you perfect
My heart will soar

You will be taught 
You will learn
You will believe
You can fly

I will be by your side
When you laugh and cry
I will watch and protect
Always believing in you

From the moment
I knew you existed
My life changed 
For the better

I dream of you
Of your bright eyes
Your beautiful face
And I wait

The sound of your heartbeat
Makes mine skip
The bumps in the night
Remind me you're there.

Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2006

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Random Thoughts *19* Acrostic 2

The Apple of my Eye
**Quintuple Acrostic**

Tempting me to steal her
Heart. I yearn for her much, yet not

Positives, no glaring weaknesses.
Peaceful, charming, witty. I'm 
Lusting for her

Olive skin, long toned
Fluorescent legs.

Mischievous with much influence I
Yearn for her much!!!

Enchantingly poetic, the 
Yuppie of my dreams. I feel
Exploited by her charm

This thought inspired by Sara Kendrick.... 
Responding to her comment on my poem:
"Outside Her Window" 

Jared Pickett

Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009

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Dear Past

Dear past,
I believe we were a once life time best couple ever, though truth is venomous to secrete. Together, we crossed dark seas in boats with holes to unearth paradise. In this world of tragedy, there is really hope, we broke all lip shades with kisses, just to get the undying treasure, one day, me and you. We made live promises and you were to always be the apple of my eye. When I had you beside me, I felt secure and had company enough to keep focused. I treasure the then moments, me and you, your scent was highly sensitive to me, those little smiles and young talks we both made, everything was ideally joyous and worthy it. I therefore, red letter the day I met you, indeed, it was sensational.
Above all, the journey cost us nothing other than a love bubble, True love, though finally we led a blazing furnace destination. May He the Almighty please keep the correspondence in our twined hearts! I dearly miss you with etc…
                                                                                      Yours in solidarity,
                                                                                       THE FUTURE MIND

Copyright © Ediruma Edward Eric | Year Posted 2017

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A Fathers Promise for a daughter

I promised I’d always love you
From the day of your own birth.
I promise I will love you more
Than anything on Earth.
I promise I will be there
On the day you learn to talk.
I promise I will hold your hands
When you begin to walk.
I promise I will wipe your tears
At the times when you are sad.
I promise I will love you still
Even if I’m mad.
I promise I will do my best
Each and every day.
The joy you give to me is strong
But, there’s one more thing to say.
You are the apple of my eye
You are my little pearl.
I’ll always hold you in my heart
‘cause you’re Daddy’s little girl.

Copyright © Roger Horsch | Year Posted 2013

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My Buddy

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cry. It makes me cry.

Oh, so many moments we've shared together,
From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas;
And nothing’s better than my puppy’s kiss;
You always try your very best to please.

You always curl up with me on the bed.
You always meet me at the door.
You run and jump and bark with such excitement.
Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn’t love me more.

And when all others fail me, Buddy,
My best friend is always there.
Through my very worst of times,
Your eyes and your attention said,  “I care”.

Five to seven years for every one of mine
Is so little time... it’s hardly fair.
It must be God’s way of saying,
“Love them now… and well.  
There’s precious little time to spare”.

But, if I should go before you, Buddy,
Love your new master without reserve;
And they will love you as you love them. 
It’s what a great pup like you deserves.  

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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An idiom for you
An idiom for me
It’s just an expression,
a message, you see.

Silence is golden.
Trouble comes in three.
Each to his own taste.
The powers that be.

A rock and a hard place.
Bat out of Hell.
A pig in the poke.
The day will tell.

Pedal to the metal.
Pie in the sky.
Over the top.
Apple of my eye.

Pictures paint a thousand words.
They are dropping like flies.
Put your thinking cap on.
Pull the wool over his eyes

Now, I have shed
some knowledge here for all.
Go learn some more idioms and
have yourself a ball!

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

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 Cozy night bubbles a crimson delight
    Moon and stars tango on angelic heights
       Beside, pillowed the apple of my eye
   His breathing languidly rhythmic with mine

      His thudding heartbeat a stellar of light
  Arch strong features - repleting me with might
     The silence - a roaring serenity
         Next to him my euphoric ecstasy

     I adoringly stare on his presence
  Memorizing fully his very essence
      Touch of cotton - soft, I run my fingers
         To each square inch, I caress to linger
       Wrapped tight in his musky heavenly  scent

              Praying forever not only for rent
        But soon... I must leave you not to sin more
     Saving you from patches of harlequin
         I thank heavens for this amazing date
              Hating me is better than sinful fate

(c) Olive Eloisa
6:31 pm
May, 25, 2014

Inspired by the poem Silent Nights of Arthur Vaso with a twist

first place... to GOd be the glory.. !

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Having a Cold, Quickly Gets Old

I miss the play of outside sunshine,
But the nose knows it’s safer to quaver,
From going outdoors, acting sanguine.
Raw throat, stalled breathing - I’m on the floor,
Caused by flying too close to the ceiling.
Snow was in store, but I dressed poor,
Saw the sights, had too good a time,
Impulses attended, weather ignored.
Now it’s chicken soup in place of wine.
Emotions - once pleasures, now bore;
Strength - once coiled rope, now balled twine.
Even the apple of my eye seems cored.
If mindful for a change - symptoms will decline,
As the coughing nasal squeak turns quietly into a roar.
Meanwhile, I’ll buy shares in the Kleenex line,
I have a hunch - my use of tissue cause prices to soar. 

Copyright © Chaim Wilson | Year Posted 2014

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Apple Of My Eye

Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, 
   and persona finds me blinking back tear ducts 
   ready to loose water works i.e. cry
at how fate gifted this papa, whose existence 
   would be devoid without you, and 
   purposefulness undermined if loss of such a daughter as thee
   (one young lady more valuable than words can spell), 
   a reason to live shipwrecked 
   with psyche marooned to die
   emotional devastation, 
   never quashed even mouthed or uttered fee fie
Foe fum – jack (of Beanstalk storybook fame) would also lack will to live, 
   (yes as would the giant), thence, 
   this grunting, groveling, and grieving guy
forced to traverse firmament like a zombie – hi
King over boulevard of broken dreams, cuz I
(re: this humdrum Harris heir), his soul asylum inconsolably reign
   if irrevocably punctured akin to mortally wounded crane
willpower to defeat death, could not be staved, stanched, nor stopped,
   tis fool hardy to allow
   darksome, irksome, or unwholesome thoughts, whence best for brain 
to rejoice your awesome, lithesome and winsome transformation
   into a beauty, a non-biased commentary I cannot resist to exclaim 
an angelic, beloved charming progeny frolicking thru
   the meandering time stream, perhaps stopping at brooks edge 
   where flora and fauna frame
thee, (infinitesimal instant doth camera cap cha) if game
to pose as a gamine hipster inspiring a jazzy mosaic – type meme
before resuming dipping back 
   into waters of life, whereby experiential arcade
beheld like courtly table 
   adorned with a fancyfeast to BuzzFeed, 
   the sights and smells before yar senses appear as a charade
boot upon scrutiny, ye exhibit hesitancy 
   to inch closer; comfort food beckons so ye haint a frayed
to take steps into ever glade
puzzled at cornucopia cob bulled together and laid
without presence of maid
in America, this pastiche of quality eats, 
   and thoughts circulate sans who paid
for resplendent sustenance, 
   whence Edenic garden ye strayed
until, a life size topiary chain saw creation 
   (a hedgerow carved in likeness of – Shana Aubrey Harris)
all of a sudden burst of doting, and fawning family and friends
   salute touching vote wondrous young lady
   no amount of riches would anybody trade
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, a shout rings out 
   glory and scale of your worthiness no mass out weighed!

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017

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A euphemistic dinner conversation on idioms

Avoiding the unpleasantries of the Barbarians At The Gate
It is over there, for they thought they had Found The Golden Grail
Wandering The Elysian Fields looking for a needle in a haystack
living in an ivory tower. Look a lounge lizard.
Out to lunch, A Few Sandwiches Short of a picnic
I am Eating light downsizing So not to get a Few Extra Pounds
Let's change the subject seriously though
as serious as myocardial infarction
sketchy but I see through the ploy like a glass table
Did you hear, maybe you are hard of hearing
It is all smoke and mirrors
Politics Maybe, How about The war on euphemism
It’s Just Politics that is a “overly simplistic guarantee
sweeping generalizations that can be contradicted by individual experiences
accurate…not precise enough. He didn’t say anything wrong. That was true.
Excuse me did you say something touche not touching that
Yes, the mock euphemism over your head
Let's talk about religion then like the apple of my eye
Truth is stranger than fiction Pass the salt of the earth, please
eat, drink and be merry not a doubting Thomas
Did you hear about the wolf in sheep's clothing
Why are you bringing up poly-ticks again I guess, a leopard can't change its spots
A heavy purse makes a light heart.You get the checks and balances, I will pick up the tab

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

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To The Bride, With Love, From The King

I give you more abundant life 
I've cleansed you of all sin
I've clothed you with undying love 
The apple of my eye you've been.

With bread and wine I fed you
Flesh of my flesh you are
You are my bride elect
I am your 'bright and morning star.

As we unite in marriage
In the body we're made one
It's a three-fold cord that binds us 
Father, Holy Ghost and Son.

Eternity awaits us 
The long awaited kingdom's come
A life of heavenly proportions 
And it's only just begun.

August 19, 2016

Copyright © Reta Pruitt | Year Posted 2016

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As smoke is released from the fire
It rises up to the atmosphere and never come down
Am still rising up and I do not expect to go back down for your love
Although I feel like am on the top of the mountain but still am climbing
		Climbing a mountain of love
	        Love of you an apple of my eye.

		You are sweet as honey
		   Carrot not stick
	I cannot bite the hand that feeds me
I do not want to be hungry any more while the food is on my hands
	And I am feeling lucky to be with you
		An apple of my eye.

				In the garden
The garden of all kind of attractive flowers
Flowers with sweetest perfume
				And the cool environment
			The place I am staying with you
				An apple of my eye.

I cannot let our love die
	Doomandgloom to attack the sky
While the sun is still shinning
I do not want to lose you
Because I love you, and I will be with you forever
You an apple of my eye.


Copyright © Mussa Shikome | Year Posted 2016

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Blue Without You On CD

Girl, what am I gonna do about you?
My heart is breaking in two...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, my dreams have all turned blue without you...
I can't sleep the whole night through...without you..
I toss and turn all night...trying to make a wrong go right...
now what am I gonna do about you..?

Girl, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
Now my life is half of two...without you...
You're the apple of my broken hearts reason why...
now what am I gonna do without you?

Babe, my whole world has lost its view...without you..
now what am I gonna do about you?
I can't even start anew....I just keep on missing you...
now what am I gonna do about you?

Girl, I can't sleep the whole night through...without you...
my dreams have all turned blue...without you....
my life has turned into...a world so
now what am I gonna do about you?

Babe, I don't want no one but you...I love you...
my life has turned so blue...without you...
I've cried a million tears...just wishing you were here...
now what am I gonna do about you?
now what am I gonna do without you..
now what am I gonna do without you..?

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

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Treasures of my Heart

In my memory, a treasure leaps,
A gift from grandma, to clean my cheeks!
A tiny green bar of soap,
With a handle, made of rope!
In the shower, my heart sang,
Outside the door, stood the gang!
They had much fun at my expense,
Joy and laughter, comes from thence!

Playing Jack’s, with my first best friend,
and sharing secrets, without end!
Flourishing into fine young ladies,
bringing about bouncing babies!,
Learning how to be good wives,
and learning to live separate lives!
A sister’s love, may not last forever,
as a cherished treasure, she’ll leave me never!

Then there’s the apple of my eye,
He’s really an awesome guy!
From that first day, when he held my hand;
I knew by him I would always stand!
Our passion arose, from flirtation,
then love grew, without limitation!
I know he is truly my better half;
he makes me glow; he makes me laugh!

Little diamonds, in the rough,
Give me glory, sure enough!
The pitter patter of their feet,
Their laughing, crying, sure was sweet!
Precious memories is what’s left,
their growing up, feels like a theft!
Many treasures, I can’t pick!
They just grew up way to quick!

My time of sorrow, my aching heart,
The loss of mom, and a brand new start!
 She never ever left my side,
With her gentle touch, she did chide!
I can’t find words to express my sadness,
or the memories, we had in gladness!
Her presences come, in my dreams,
and my broken heart her love seams!

In this place, full of my treasures,
I find Jesus, without measures!
Of these worldly rich’s I have plenty,
But without Jesus, I am empty!
I dance, I sing in pure delight,
since this Jewel, made me right!
All my treasures, reside within,
Within my chest, where I begin!

Stacey Brown 

Copyright © Stacey Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Candy Coated Memories

Candy Coated Memories

Remembering the days of old
and standing there in line.
Watching all the people pass
holding your hand in mine.

Bell bottom jeans and flared out sleeves
when what far out meant was groovy.
M&Ms and popcorn
while we're watching some old movie.

Stealing kisses in the dark
being watched by unseen faces.
Praying that my upper lip
don't get stuck inside your braces.

Fountain pops and lemon drops
you just let me go so far.
Intermission was a good invention
 it's time for a Hersey bar.

I'm just a guy they just roll by
I'm not picking up your hints.
Trying to win you over 
With life savers and thin mints.

Movies almost over 
I can't bring myself to beg.
Wanting more I'll settle for 
just one hand on your leg.

Off to get some ice cream
and a piece of homemade pie.
Spending every dime I got
for the apple of my eye.

Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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You are the sun
that brightens up my day
Sending warmth and comfort
That will continue to stay
Giving me hope
that there is still tomorrow
And happiness too
like there's no sorrow

You are the stars in the sky
guiding my path
Also the moon
that shines in the night
Showing me direction
with the fullness it brings
Shaping out perfection
The best of everything

A candle in the dark
that light up my life
It's firmness may melt
And it's flame may die out
But I cannot deny
The strength it once gave
To overcome failure
to fight fear and be brave

A knight in shining armour
noble and wise
Worthy of admiration
naughty but nice?
Armed with a brilliant personality
What more could I ask for
You always save the day
You're someone I cannot ignore

You are like the wind
strong and yet gentle
Which I cannot see
Though I know its just right there
Needed or not
I cannot even touch
But I can always feel it
You are the air that I breathe

You are like a diamond
sweet, tough,  and tender
Precious and lovable
One that will last forever

You are my lucky charm
You're lucky to me
Everything went fine
since you became mine

You are my angel
A messenger of God
Working in silence
with such a big heart
You lend me your wings
And taught me how to fly
You're my protector and saviour
You're the apple of my eye

You are incomparable
and truly unique
You are different from them
You are the love that I need

~Chrisna Vergara

Copyright © Chrisna Vergara | Year Posted 2017

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My Heavenly Granddaughter

Heaven Leigh Kent,
With whom a lot of my time has been spent,
Non of which I even slightly resent,
I assure you, she certainly thinks I am a gent!

When she was two,
The things we use to do,
Was mostly peek a boo,
And hid and go seek,
I have to admit I’d let her peek!

She use to scratch my face,
In her youthful impatient hast,
But her love would quickly erase,
The scars on anyone’s face,
At least in my case!

When she was four,
She would squeal for more,
When to keep her from bore,
I’d pretend to let her drive my car,
But granny would sure give us what for!

She has beautiful, red hair,
Over other kids gave her what for,
Just a few freckles,
On her pretty little pug nose,
A little sun and it glows,
A little sore nose never blows,
That’s just the way it goes!

When she was about six,
She developed a few neat tricks,
She would sit on my lap,
And say I love you grand pap,
She knew how to draw my love sap,
Between us left very little gap!

Shortly thereafter,
She was my master,
But I knew what she was after,
A trip to the candy store,
 I am certainly shore,
But without her life would be a bore!

Down the toy aisle
Her mixture of style,
A shopping cart high,
She’s the apple of my eye,
Toys and candy,
She’s grandpa’s dandy!
She’s now virtually a teen,
But not from grandpa weaned,
She is the pretties thing you’ve ever seen,
She still sits in my lap,
And she still draws the love’s sap,
As we recap!

Now just a little bolder,
With a little of the world to shoulder,
She’s found the world to be a little colder,
Than grand pa’s shoulder, that’s older!

Now my heart shudders,
And My mind stutters,
When I think of when she was first born,
For she gave us cause for great alarm,
Born with a heart defect,
As the doctors inspect,
To see what was needed,
Her life was completed!

She died on the table,
As it was labeled,
For two or three minutes,
She received the death sentence,
As she was carried in the arms of Jesus!

One day in a church at the age of three,
She pointed  a picture of Jesus, out to me,
She said that man carried me, as I looked to see,
That is how we understood it to be,
At the age of three!

She understands how love between humans should be,
She has shown me how love from heaven should be,
My joy, My granddaughter, heart healthy as can be,
My pretty princess, Heaven Leigh,
I am the grandpa of something that’s heavenly!

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2009