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Carissa's Love

 I know what it feels like to be adored beyond compare.
To be loved unconditionally just for being myself.
To have that special one want to be just like me.
I am told how wonderful I am each day,
How beautiful and loving, as I am smothered with hugs 
And kisses and artwork from my little master artist.

She treasures every compliment I give her and dances
To entertain me by the songs from my music box.
A grande jeté here, a pirouette there, thrills me with delight.
I love you hearts hang on my walls along with pictures
Drawn especially for me in bright colors she knows I love.

I hear my words come from her sweet little mouth...
"Oh for Pete's sake" or "For crying in the bucket" and I laugh
More at myself than from her trying to emulate my silly self.
Her endless devotion touches my heart so deeply that I
Bless her and pray for her safety day and night, and give thanks
To the Lord for blessing me with the precious gift of her birth.

This little 37 pound, long chestnut haired beauty is mine to adore
As she adores me, and tells me she is so happy I am her Grammy.
I am rich beyond belief, and blessed by all that is holy to have her love.

2-26-18

'More To Me' Contest Info  ~N/A~
Sponsor	William Kekaula

*Dedicated to the love of my life, my granddaughter Carissa, who will
celebrate her 6th birthday March 2, 2018.

Categories: carissa, dedication, devotion, granddaughter, joy,
Form: Free verse

Sad Shades of Blue

The ocean reflected by azure skies
glistens in deeper salubrious shades
enchanting me in a mesmerizing gaze
as the waves heave high and low,
undulating currents courses
distilled into my blue eyes,
giving them a blue sea shade.
 
A windswept chill recalls many
cold blue lips of drowned bodies
on ships and vessels wrecked at sea.
Blue songs sung to mourn their loss.
Somber souls in sorrow coping,
hoping to lay their loved ones to rest.
 
Cobalt blue on stained glass windows
in the consecrated Christ’s cathedral
illuminates its mourners in shards of blue.
Officers in blue livery offer reverent respect
at gravesites with flowers in hues of blue.
As twilight’s victory overtakes the sun
shadows fall in somber shades of blue.
 
2-28-16

United colors:Blue Contest
Sponsor Silent One
 

*Note: My Granddaughter Carissa, soon to be four, 
gave this poem its name after I read it to her.

Categories: carissa, blue, loss, ocean, sad,
Form: Free verse

Insight To the Sights

Forget that first glimpse of the tower of Pisa.
The glorious colorful tulips in their beds at
Keukenhoff Gardens in springtime.
The Eiffel tower blinking in the darkness.
The Grand Canyon gilded at sunset.

The wandering mist from the power and
thunder of Niagara Falls.
The magic in the sails of Sydney's
Opera House on the harbor.
The bright beauty of Tokyo city lights.
Disney World and all its sights.

Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria's green hills.
Views from Seattle's Space Needle, day or night.
How the cool smooth metal of the towering
St. Louis Arch changes color with the sun.
Atlanta's pride in her Stone Mountain carving.

Forget the impressive beauty of the
Statue of Liberty on her own tiny island.
The thrill of traveling the everglades by air-boat,
Hong Kong's breathtaking skyline.
Enjoying Auckland's shoreline by horseback.

An enchanted river cruise down the Thames.
The awesome art museums each city offers.
Ancient Irish castles and countryside cottages.
The music and lights of San Antonio's riverwalk.
Marveling at the golden gate bridge swaying in the wind.
The warm aqua Hawaiian Surf and pearl white sands.

I now have my greatest sight. . .
Those button shaped ebony eyes that twinkle
Those cute little chubby cheeks and
A smile that lights the heavens.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

*Note: During my flying career I have been blessed to see all these sights
and more, yet they can't hold a candle to my g. children Carissa or Brody.

Categories: carissa, beauty, city, family, life,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Happy Mother's Day Daughter

I was blessed to give birth 
To my sweet little girl. 
I kissed your fingers and 
Toes and cute little nose. 


I rocked you and sang 
And wiped your tears, 
I held you and loved you 
All your young years. 


Now You're a Mother 
And a fine Mother too. 
I'm again blessed to help 
raise your daughter with you! 


© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong 


Note: 
I wrote this for my daughter, Michelle, who gifted 
me with my 2 and half month old granddaughter 
Carissa who I care for while my daughter works.

Categories: carissa, daughter, family, love, daughter,
Form: Rhyme

Twinkling Star

Oh brightest twinkling star
     Stationary as you are...

Watching seasons change
     As they slowly rearrange

From winter's snowy birth
     Whitening most of earth,

To see sweet flowers sing
     With the breath of spring,

Into heat of summer's sun
     Where cooling rivers run,

Until the bright hued trees
     Lose their lovely leaves.

You watch it all from afar...
     My beautiful twinkling star.

© Connie Marcum Wong

*Note: I wrote this for my 3 and a half year old granddaughter, Carissa,  who enjoys poetry. I want to encourage that! I will explain to her that stars only seem to be stationary.

Categories: carissa, beautiful, seasons, star,
Form: Couplet

Carissa Nalani

Even at the age of three years old
her eyes held promise of a poetic
soul in her amazing observations;
in her delighted exclamations of
the wonders of nature, astounding
her grandmother by saying "OMG, look
how the water sparkles in the creek!"

17 May, 2020.

This was written for Nette's contest that closed before I could enter it.

Categories: carissa, age, poetry, youth,
Form: Free verse

Ode To Karissa

As I watch you sleep
It reminds me of what I cannot lay claim to
A past long forgotten in the deepest recess of my mind
A Peace so profound I could not fathom
I strive so hard to remember how it felt
I struggled for a glimpse of the childhood long lost
But all I can come up with is dust.

As I watch you stretch your pudgy hand
I tried to recollect what being a baby is like
I struggled for the glimpse of the childhood long lost
But memory failed me
Your cute grunt warms my heart
Your tiny face expressive even in your sleep,
Gives me the purest joy.

As I watch you sleep
I ponder the world you inhabit 
Who really can know the world you inhabit
Who knows the dream you dreamt
My cute baby, the world I promise you not
But a beautiful life is God’s promise
My tiny cute bundle of joy,

As I watch you sleep,
With all the cry and grunts,
The sleepless night taunts
The constant diaper changing,
I will never trade my little buddle,
Sleep tight, my daughter Carissa and let me 
Watch your face my little bundle

Categories: carissa, baby, child, childhood, cute,
Form: Sonnet