Best Childhoodjoy Poems
Stitched on patches and fur all gone
We both grow old we’re getting on
I remember well that long past day
When you arrived on reindeered sleigh
The joy I felt on that Christmas morn
With shouts of glee as wrappings torn
There you lay in white bedding soft
I took you out and held you aloft
Silk soft brindled light brown fur
Salt tears of joy my eyes did blur
Bright button eyes kid leather paws
Smiling mouth and black shiny nose
Oh then was I not the luckiest one
To have such a friend as ‘Brum’
All through life you were my friend
And will be until my journey’s end
(8th in Contest Toyland By Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S
the joy of a toy
twirly, squishy, bounce, bounce
the toy joy
better than a boy
or a boy toy
or a cat nip toy
shiny, squeaky, bounce pounce
a girls toy
how sweet, a sweet to eat, eat
and what will the poor thing do then
the joy toy
oy
a tribute to a pisher e.e. cummings
Forever our little girls - Leanna and Leslie!
When the kids were toddlers and a little beyond,
And birthdays, Christmas and special days came along,
We always strived to provide the very best we could,
Presents that would bring great joy to their childhood!
We bought the latest toys for their particular age.
Once each got Chatty Cathy dolls which was then all the rage.
Expensive dolls were cast aside almost right away;
They preferred the boxes in which they came to play!
Assembling a tricycle, bicycle or cute dinette set,
Always caused me some frustration and not a little sweat!
Invariably they asked, "Daddy, where's the box it came in?"
They'd rather play with the box, much to my chagrin!
We thought Barbie dolls would be the greatest thing.
Mother and I exclaimed, "What joy these will bring!"
But the novelty wore off in just a little while.
They were searching for the cartons in the rubbish pile!
Even though toys today are not quite the same.
(I understand the latest rage to be a video game.)
Nevertheless, the grandkids still enjoy the simplest thing,
The simple pleasure that playing with an old carton can bring!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Ezzelle, has a story she will oneday tell
Recently, out of her little pink shell
Life has greeted her with smiles and grace
A little angel from heaven, noone can replace
She is new to this world
Her presence renown
Safe in her mother’s arms is where she can be found
She has already touched many hearts
She plays a major role, and was born to play the part
May joy and peace always abound
May she never have a tear or frown
For the joy of a new born child
Is anything but mild
A precious gift
Her smiles always lifts
Those who are near
May she always know her life is dear.
By: Sabina