Best Joanne Poems

Joyful memories of a young mom dancing,
Often music blended with laughter.
Always loving and beautiful, she is still.  
Never less than a devoted mom.
Nights I fell asleep next to her twirling
Endless locks of her long, brown hair.


For Tammy's Acrostic on Mother's Day Contest,
written 3/29/15...

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JANUARY WAS ANTARCTICA.....
                           OCTOBER A BEACH IN BALI......
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Daddy, when I First saw YOU; I was looking into Mommy’s Green Jade Eyes
She was speaking of YOU, as she would quite often do, Reminiscing with YOU
The Tears in Her Eyes, are those of Surprise Her FOREVER and ALWAYS Begins 

Dear Joanne Naomi, when I...

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Joanne the sun
Glow with the stun
To take your place
cast off for fun

When all you do
is bathe to some
When asked for looks
you bask to come...

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Dear Joanne. If there is a problem, there are human beings.
We have all made mistakes but people like me are not needed.

Dear Joanne. I have received a letter from the office of the adjudicator concerning my income and expenditure. It is requesting that on my...

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Joanne the sun
Glow with the stun
To take your place
cast off for fun

When all you do
is bathe for some
When all your looks
are basked to come...

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I am ever so sorry to you Joanne 

And I only can apologize for what
I am hesitantly about to mention
and say let alone speak these word's 
and express these thoughts out loud

As you are coming over on holiday
on this the 1st of June to visit...

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Father God please take me under your feathers
hide me from this cruel sadistic world
among the dark raging clouds and seas
so much rejection of your children,  by the underworld
They have wounded your children
so many are afraid Lord, up at night can't sleep sometimes
evil underworld servants...

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Joanne jumps like a deranged jack rabbit, my grandma said.
I have seen her leap over sofas, cars, and a firetruck red.
Her legs are longer than your Dad’s or Uncle Ed.
She hops over skyscrapers, my confused grandma said....

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