Long Littlest Poems
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three o'clock soap
the edge of night
day off from school
partridge family
traveling band
a tv road show
televised
landing of the moon
reloading cheese plate
warm country feelings
littlest house
on the prairie
star trek
interstellar adventure
before homework
reciting lessons
during carol burnett show
queen of improv
sunday night
with ed sullivan
~ old flannel pj's
columbo
trench coat and cigar
adjusts rabbit ears
the birds vertigo
alfred hitchcock clocks in
creepy shadows
sonny and cher
sassy lip service
do not try at home
bedtime lights out
good night
waltons
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I wrote this years ago when my daughter was struggling with 5 deaths in 1 year.
She was also dealing with bi-polar and was only 9 or 10 years old then.
Baby Girl...........These years have been so tough, I think back.
You ever wonder why people choose to do the things they do?
You of all people, do know the pain and heartache of missing someone who isn`t here anymore.
But what you fail to realize is that someone doesn't have to die to miss them.
I miss the loving, caring little girl.
The happy, hopeful child, that smiled at the littlest things.
And made me smile at some of the most unexpected, wonderful things.
I miss my daughter.
The loving, caring, helpful, unselfish, wonderful daughter.
But through it all, you are still my beautiful daughter.
Whatever is going on within you, has changed you.
And to me that is ugly.
It's scary, it's sad, it hurts me to see this.
I can't understand this, and I don`t think you can either.
I have tried to help you, to protect you.
To let you figure things on your own.
I'be tried to get you other help.
I'be tried from every angle I can think of.
It hurts me that I can't help you, or protect you, or figure things out.
All I want to do is Love you, protect you, hold you, keep you safe.
Keep you from someone hurting you.
Keep you from hurting yourself in any way.
I want you to be happy, healthy, hopeful.
To have good things, to do good things, to pass on to good things.
I Love you my daughter.
Someday you will figure out just how much.
Form:
I walked the isles of books today,
Walked passed shelves full of tales,
Books with rabbits like Watership Down,
To books about spiders and snails,
And I was drawn toward one small little book,
About a man who crashes his plane,
And when he woke up he met a small little boy,
In the hostile desert terrain,
And this small little boy, who inquires a lot,
Wants to see the man draw a sheep,
Not because he cares about drawing at all,
But because he cares about something more deep,
And as I read through, it became clear to me,
The small child had the pilot convinced,
That it’s important to love the people you love,
The greatest book about the littlest Prince.
Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make them splendid
Like no other star
Or build our own castle in the ocean deep
Let the inhabitants be our witnesses
They'll dance through the waves
They'll sing melodies
Only our hearts could hear
As we explore our own realm
And make it polychromatic
Not even rainbow could ever
Dare to beat
See the birds in the velvet sky
From biggest to littlest
Humming and soaring high
Even the industrious ants
Paused a moment
Or the trees
Or the grass in the earth
Swaying harmoniously
Or feel the zephyr!
Touching our deepest skin
Delighted, honored and pleased
As we paint our very own masterpiece
I hate to see my children indulge in folly.
If you are afflicted just turn to me
For I made all things and know them well,
From the biggest whale to the littlest bee.
Why cry to a mortal man like you
To whom the world has sent a dose of woe?
Instead cry to the heart that yours made
For all your worries and cares I well know.
Why should you consult the sleeping dead
Who cannot twitch the smallest of their bones
While I, the beginning and the end, listen to you
As you pray with pounding hearts and anguished tones?
And must you love him who seeks to destroy
The very valuable things you to him entrust?
You may mock my unfathomable love for you
But you have my grace from birth to dust.
Today I had a sliver of a piece of pie for breakfast.
Before I had my thyroid pill,
before I remembered I cannot eat before I have my thyroid pill.
But it was the teeniest tiniest littlest piece.
Probably ten million calories though.
I should give myself a smack down and a beat down, but I don’t.
How about I have a little bitty piece of cherry pie? I coax myself.
My husband offers me cereal, but how sweet is that?
I put my nose up at it.
Two slivers of pie and a tiny piece of cake later, I feel badly.
So I take a diet pill.
It does not kick in.
So I take another one.
Wait fifteen minutes. Nothing.
So I eat the rest of the pie. No one else was going to, right?
If I could stop going to the store, it might help me with this diet
that is not working.
I blame these ridiculous inane non-working diet pills!
Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but a hard-working little sprite.
He was the littlest elf of all - alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just couldn't do anything right!
For example, he put Jills in the boxes labeled Jacks in the Box,
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dollies counted cadence, "Hup, two, three four!"
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'.
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars.
I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well that Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas tree?"
There comes a time,
in the early, but
not so early, morn
when, and this is key,
if a portion of an instant
rationed a morsel of a moment -
but a crumb of that fell free
and it cast a deep shadow
whose depths made mockeries
of spelunk;
which you may remember
you'd dreamt of in some past
life and, if from this minusculity
sprang, the littlest offspring,
a hint of a glance of,
a coup d'oeil
the last of day,
the half-remembered,
prior life
when, if you glimpse
the newborn gold,
your heart'll still,
your mind'll still
and yes, your stillness
be distilled into
stiller still
if your heart and eyes
don't again conspire
to draw your mind
to your routine
of first and, perhaps
only, taking in the
most of things
the highlights and the
canopy's myriad meanderings
the rootings at their footings
supposed but rarely seen
in dark, in secret but
carrying no wrong
rather though
in the tree trunks'
simple middle
for a briefest, gilted
eternity, the trees
will burn not from
their crown
nor from their feet
and, despite the ice,
the sparkless space,
the cold steel
darts of insistent
slanting rains,
the trees will burn,
the trees will burn,
and all-at-once
the peripatetic sun,
its whims having won,
will dance along
and share its breath
with everyone
Decrotive needle work
sewn ito the fabric
they were highlights to
make the invitations look exspensive
Decrotive foods samples
savoury with drinks
The Celebrants marvoled at the audeince
I heard them mention how
they wished they had asked for a $5 dollar ticket fee.
One of the members of the wedding party sent
out a letter asking the attendants to take up a collection
from the many who had come
the budget was running over
due to last minute exspentures
people filled the ballroom
and extra people were needed for different things.
the day of cordinater earned her money that day.
Keeping the many there entertained during the down sides
and keeping people feed while they waited.
Love was the theme of the day
and many in attendance
respected the theme
and allowed the usage of the laugage
of "Bliss" to over take the littlest doubt
from those who were pesitmestic and mean.
Those born unto a family large will know whereof I speak.
When you sat at table, to get your fill there was a technique!
During Pa's interminable grace, bellies would begin to growl,
Anticipating the meat and taters or noodles with the fowl.
There was a paucity of babble as the cutlery began to clatter.
(I always had my eye on that chicken leg reposing on the platter!)
But I usually had a choice of the lowly gizzard or the liver,
Or maybe the rooster's scrawny neck, that ghastly bony sliver!
On the Hoosier farm there were bushels of Russet pertaters,
And from Ma's bountiful garden, juicy beefsteak termaters,
But you must be very deft when such was set upon the table.
When the grub was passed, you snatched whatever you were able!
Being one of the littlest kids in the tribe was my bane!
That invariably placed me nigh the end of the food chain.
Little was said 'cept and occasional, "Please pass the salt."
As elbows flew during that aggressive culinary assault!
When company came, tradition was that women and kids ate last,
While we young'uns agonized, the men enjoyed their repast!
I mumbled 'neath my breath (and it wasn't always "praise" the Lord!),
As I impatiently awaited my vittles from Ma's sumptuous board!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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