Best Familyhome Poems
They ask, "What's the sweetest thing that's happened to you"?
I would have to reply, "It started when I was two".
That is when I, Mother, sister and brother,
went to live with our Grandpa and Grandmother.
They both sacrificed, from that day forward,
working long, hard hours, always undeterred.
To give us a home and happy memories.
It couldn't have been better, for Mom and us three.
Mom worked evenings at the Sears and RoeBuck store.
Grandpa at the publishers, working on the printing floor.
Grandma changed jobs to the school cafeterias,
so when we were home from school, she could be near us.
Grandpa was our dad, in our hearts and minds.
Growing up with two Moms was a terrific time.
Yes, living with our Grandparents was a special world.
I grew up to be a very thankful girl.
What's the sweetest thing that has ever happened?
It started when I was two, and has never slackened
For the contest'Sweetheart"
Hosted by Tirzah Conway
Placement: 5th place
Broken homes,
Broken places.
Can’t escape,
No empty spaces.
Standing on the edge.
Contemplating goodbye.
In a home in the city,
I see her cry.
If home is where the heart is,
Then why do so many say goodbye?
Cause broken homes and broken places,
Disintegrate to empty spaces.
My daughter says
I hate my cell phone.
I always have to call home
When I get there,
Where I’m going, with whom and when.
Flashback to me at her age
Coming home from a conference
Out of town
My mother worried at half past twelve
When she thought I should be home at ten
I wish I had a cell phone then.
My home is where I am truly free
My home has the precious family
My home is a simple vinyl structure with large oaks and flowering beds.
Shady lawn to play and work.
My evenings to enjoy. My home would not be a home without the spice of life,
my loves, my family.
Thanks be to the One who created the world and made the way of salvation. He
gave the precious family.
My home is a haven for bluebirds and nature.
My home is peaceful, I can assure!
**For the Applaud contest by Rick Parise
January eighth came round and Tabitha was born,
Another January, just one year more, and Mandi came along.
Just one year nineteen days was all, there was between these girls,
But that seemed oh so long ago, and past’ like melting snow.
Their lives were soon to be askew; their Mom was much too young,
They came to live with Grandma, where she made a home for them.
She asked for help, to nurture them, when she went off to work,
So Judith said, “Just bring them here, we’re happy just to help.”
“We loved them,” Mike and Judith said, “they just lit up our house.”
We had some fun on every day they spent their time with us.
We picnicked in the big back yard, and went for walks each day,
But if the weather turned out bad, we’d just stay home and play.
They got much older, much too fast, and off to school they’d go,
Our home became a quiet place because we missed them so.
But that was very long ago and time has slipped away,
Just as that darling wife of mine, who passed that April day.
Now Judith’s’ in a better place, as are, our two girls too,
For Tabitha and Mandi, have found a life of good.
They found that love and caring, is a gift that can be owned,
When Providence stepped in and said, “The Neumires are your home.”
The two girls, Tab and Mandi, who were cast aside one day,
By a mother that was much too young...a child herself, in many ways.
Now on this day, of nine July, the lights of Heaven shine,
All they needed was a little love, not empty hearts to pine.
But the great reward that they have now, is a family life of bliss,
‘Cause in their new home they have reaped, another lonely miss.
An only child, Rebekah May, who missed a sisters’ guide,
Can thank her Lord for giving her, one sister, for each side.
It’s funny how the world revolves and picks out spots to peer,
To wander into spaces, that we never knew were there.
To listen to our children’s thoughts, their hopes, desires and dreams,
And bring those thoughts in symphony, to these young girls, these three.
Now these three will be sisters, and their wish’s all come true.
Tabitha and Mandi, and big sister Rebekah too.
This story does not end today with three girls filled with glee,
It’s the “Never-ending” tale you read, that comes to life…and stays.
Where did she come from I asked,
my eight year old heart beating fast.
Well, take her back ...
this can't be meant to last!
When she was three,
I tied her to a neighbors' tree
and ran home with glee ...
our parents were not amused.
At 15, when she was seven,
I was all about: Don't Tell Momma
as we rode around with my latest boy
in his '58 Ford.
I left home at 17 and never looked back.
Estranged is a painful track.
I never knew sibling rivalry
as eight years apart was too big a gap.
Now in my 60's and she is 58
as we come to love more as sisters
before it is too late,
those eight years don't even exist.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Nathan's "Sibling Rivalry" contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~