Best Familynight Poems


Bed Time Routine

Each night, before I climb into my bed and fall asleep
Softly, silently, into their room I creep,

On pillows soft as clouds their heads they lay
Where they will sweetly dream the night away,

As I tip-toe to the beds in which they lie
I can hear their shallow, gentle, sleeping sighs,

A shaft of light shines through the door and I can see
A row of night-time soldiers that by day are dolls, and teddies
On guard throughout the night ‘til that first ray of morning sun
Ensuring that into their dreams, no nightmare dares to come

And, when I have seen that they are snug and tucked up tight
I tip-toe from the room again, turning off the landing light.

Blog Update On My Family-No Poem

Today has been a hairy day for me and my family...

First--my dad(Sara Kendrick is my mom) came through his surgery fine and now has to 
recover from knee replacement.
         He has been eating and has pain but he is tough. He should go to rehab on Wednesday.

Second--My sister Phyllis has been taking care of her Mother in Law, Mrs. Brook and Mrs. 
Brooks died last night peacefully and her funeral will be tomorrow at 2pm. Phyllis was about 
exhusted from being up all night with her. It is some better for the rest but sadness has 
descended on the family.

Christmas won't be the same for us this year but we are hopeful for better days and comfort of 
our losses and healing from our illnesses.  THANK YOU ALL FOR WELL WISHES, PRAYERS, 
THOUGHTS AND FRIENDSHIP!!    

I am glad I am not having surgery this year also!!

I hope and pray for everyone on the soup to have a Merry Christmas with loved ones great and 
fond happy memories of their heavenly family!!

Love,
Doris

Brick Whack In Dark Night

Brick Whack in Dark Night 

I woke up from my sleep with sudden shot,
And instantly forgot my dreams to tell,
Unconsciously my hand reached out for cell
It knew where I had put it, ere I fell
Into that June night sleep, too, too much hot
To fall asleep. However, it could not
Take hold of it. Quite desperate I got
Up in my bed, and searched for hand fan. Well!
I could not get it either. Oh, what Hell!

I simply sat down at the edge of cot
And felt the sweat-drops trickling at my back,
And looked around in echoing dark, dark lot.
It was quite dark and silent night. I think
I had not seen more silent, darker night
With gasp of silence all around up right
I tried to find some fissure, crevice, chink
Of outside light but could not. O alack!
I could not get the reason of that whack.
© Basit Ali  Create an image from this poem.


Three Messages In a Bottle

Three messages in a bottle

One night I put a message in a bottle
and threw it out  to watch it sail away
It travelled many miles across the sea
and found it’s way to you with love from me

We met and dated, later married, tears in every eye
In our home we placed the bottle on a shelf up high
deciding it should sit untouched because it was our pride
but I cheated and hid my whiskey deep inside

I thought my secret was so safe while up so very high
but while in me the liquor made bad words that made you cry
this second message loud and clear would quickly meet it’s fate
because now my spoken message was of hate

One night the bottle exploded into pieces
and shattered and exposed the lies I hid
it saw your pain and smashed across the floor
yes it had taken all it could and took no more

I cleaned the mess  of broken glass and whiskey
and took an oath to send such hurt no more
you never asked what happened to the bottle
you seemed to know the what and why and how
that it had taken all it could and took no more

I learned a lesson few have ever known
That bottles send a message all their own
It had taken all it could and took no more
Yes, it had taken all it could, and took no more

His Mistake

My brother turned 23 the night he made his mistake.
Both of them were looking for a fight.
You hit her with a door and chased her with a knife.
Police found you driving loaded that night.

You were stuffed and cuffed on the spot.
She was terrified of what you did.
Stripping you of your rights,
behind bars is where you sit.

Originally your original charge was 60 years,
your looking at 12 years  instead.
Every letter I write another piece of me dies.
Night after night I lay in my bed.

Dreaming of the day when this will all end.
Missing you in every way,
Never let your memories fade away.
We will be together again someday.
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.

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