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I wrapped you a gift
On this your birthday
At first it may seem
As if it's ok
But deep is the meaning
And I hope you approve
As we gather around
To celebrate you
Within the paper
Lies my surprise
As you unwrap my feelings
Behold with your eyes
A plain simple mirror
I'm sure you'll give thanks
Maybe someday you'll find
The joy that it brings
You'll set it aside
Thinking that's all I got
But it's meaning is twofold
Did you think it was not
Please take it home
But do not set aside
Hang it on a wall
To see what it hides
For within that mirror
An Angel appears
So stunning the picture
Ever so clear
From the smile on her face
To the look in her eye
Maybe you'll finally see
What I've realized
It's only a mirror
But there before you
Is the gift I adore
One I can't ever lose
On your good days you look
And may smile as you pass
On the bad ones your beauty
Still shows in the glass
We celebrate you
Here on this day
But really it's me
Who sits and gives thanks
Cause each time you look
Every time you will see
Looking upon you's the gift
God has sent me
It may not seem much
The gift that I gave
But it comes with love
Everyday
For now you may see
Just what I do
How the mirror holds my gift
And that gift is YOU
Have ever been kissed by a flower;
And has God ever whispered in your ear;
Have you drank from creek’s bottle?
Refreshing spring waters;
Oh! I have
Well I have
And I have a secret to tell ya!
As you read this;
God is
Within you, beside you outside you
As you read this;
Heaven’s glory
'O and my God, my God is refreshing as spring waters"
Is the story of your salvation and Christ sacrifice?
Glory, glory, heavens glory
Hallelujah Holy, Holy
'O and my God, my God is refreshing as spring waters"
Have ever been within the Spirit;
So endearing ever meaningful and reverent;
Have you ever worshipped so hard didn’t need any rest at tal?
God is as refreshing spring waters;
And we all should just…. Drink of His living waters, drink of His cup
Oh! I have
Well I have
And I have a secret to tell ya!
As you read this;
God is
Within you, beside you outside you
As you read this;
'O and my God, my God is refreshing as spring waters"
Heaven’s glory
Is the story of your salvation and Christ sacrifice?
Glory, glory, heavens glory
Hallelujah Holy, Holy
'O and my God, my God is refreshing as spring waters"
10/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
MORE THAN A SOFT TOY
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Raggedy Ann with her patchwork heart,
more than soft cotton, calico, embroidery, and yarn,
a doll created with Mother's love,
stitched together with gentle hands.
Her gray button eyes understood my childhood world,
her red yarn hair meticulously combed,
her smile eternally stoic,
her face bore the promise of a forever friend.
She walked with me to school,
first day of school jitters, she sat, a steadfast sentinel,
on the corner of my desk,
absorbing my fear, radiating calm.
Hospital smells, a white, sterile fear~
Raggedy's soft body, a warmth against my chest,
before the cold steel, after the raw ache,
her doe-like, button eyes, unwavering.
We shared tiny cups of cocoa ‘neath the pecan tree,
her embroidered face never betraying
the weight of my childhood dreams,
my childhood fears.
My first editor, she listened tirelessly
to the endless stories I told her~
the one’s created from my fertile imagination,
without judgment, without end.
Now, she sits in Mother’s curio cabinet,
still a steadfast, quiet comfort,
her threads and stitches connecting me
to the fertile memory-filled fields of yesterday.
Her button eyes, dark pools reflecting
sepia-toned summers,
reliving ghosts of laughter,
rides on unicorns, and make-believe.
Her worn calico dress, faded and undamaged,
is stained with childhood tears,
a fabric chronicle of scraped knees,
childhood regrets, and silent fears.
She inspires me now,
grounding me in innocence,
showing that imagination
endures into adulthood.
Raggedy Ann, more than a soft toy~
she is the echo of my Mother's love,
a tangible piece of home,
carried in my arms, worn soft with time.
Treat people well while they're alive. It's too late to be sad and experience grief and regret once they're gone. Unfortunately, too many people experience this, and it can often be avoided.
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
By Michelle Morris
06/01/2023
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
Do not lament the loss
For nothing can change
It's too late to count the cost
My ghost won't stick around
For my soul is heavenbound
I am free from you and pain
I am free from human pride
Treat me well in this moment
Give that genuine smile now
Flowers and chocolate treats
Are memorable and lovely wows
Make the most of our time together
You never know what comes next
The stars align and destinies merge
The Universe has its quest
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
It's way too late to show me you care
Give me love and friendship while I'm alive
Show me empathy and kind effort
For we only have one life
And we only get limited chances
Make the most of your relationships
And leave warmth in all our hearts
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Flowing through life, like a leaf adrift in the wind,
Not knowing my place but searching within.
Coming across friendly faces, providing lessons to learn
Finding myself is all that i yearn.
Im devoloping as a Caterpillar in a cocoon,
Each night growing, under the advancing moon.
I cant wait to see where i end up, though its taking awhile,
But its not the end i enjoy, its the adventure, mile by mile
Step by step i continue to grow,
Until one blissful day i will know.
My purpose in this wonderful life!
Maybe even meet my wonderful future wife.
I enjoy every breath, and take none for granted!
Awaking every morning, feeling enchanted.
I hope you too are enjoying your growth,
To find myself is my 1 true oath
I will continue my walk, through life and time,
And promise to keep my feeling divine.
- The Downed Jester
the sun can shine in the rain , drops in between drops its golden rays never stain
bringing out bouquets of all that blooms and sets upon every flower in every room.
it is the light for all seasons , it riches the essence of a great many things.
it is there in a dreary gloom in the summer skies, and is the wonderment of winters sun dog rings.
from leaves on a tree , for the fish in the sea, so as the birds soar with peace and grace .
as the clouds part at the break of dawn , a hope filled shine for all to embrace , regales everlasting life , sure to put that lost smile upon ones face
We’re driving the public crazy
But you know, it’s all for fun
We’re driving the public crazy
But you see, it’s all for fun
Let’s tell ‘em that the sun is the moon
And that the moon was actually the sun
You can park your car in the driveway
Ain’t nobody gonna leave
Park your car in the driveway
Ain’t nobody gonna try to leave
The more I think about it,
More I wanna lay my head and grieve
Well we lived in chauvinism
For goin’ on ten thousand years
Living in chauvinism
For just about ten thousand years
But they been lookin’ at us from watchtowers
They got infinite records of fears
Now I dont wanna fire my weapon
Don’t wanna start no kinda duel
Don’t wanna fire this weapon
And start some kinda duel
‘Cause I know just what’s gonna happen:
Disintegration of all rules
If you talk about my mother,
Then brother, you’re gonna pay
Talk about my mother
And brother, you gonna pay
I got this receipt for a motel
And forever, that’s where we’ll stay
Inspired by this time of year... It's not easy for everyone as millions of people are separated from their loved ones. For many, it's not by choice. If you are alone for Christmas, remember that you're not truly alone in spirit as we're connected through our souls. But, I accept this doesn't help with holiday loneliness.
There are no goodbyes
By Michelle Morris
23/12/2025
I was thinking about you today
So far, far away; away from me
What is it about this time of year
That reminds us of our human needs?
Maybe it's because it's for children
A time of innocence and His birth
Maybe it's because it's for families
A moment to share time, and love and mirth
The gift that's in the giving
The love that's in the loving
The life that's in the living
The hope that's in our becoming
Becoming better people
Becoming closer to each other
Becoming peaceful and happy
Becoming joyous and loving
And no matter how far apart
No matter the miles or tears
We are connected by our souls
And I will not give in to my fears
I will look up at the stars and know
We are sharing a piece of the same sky
That vast expanse of the universe
It reminds me that there are no goodbyes
For we will always be together
In spirit when not in mortal form
You are the love of my entire existence
Throughout every single lifetime born
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Alone Together
Now I know
What our years will be like,
Down the road
When we are truly old
And no one comes around much anymore.
It will be very quiet
We will live in other rooms, mostly
Reading our books,
Stroking our cats.
But we will drift past one another
In our comings and goings,
There will be frequent touchings, and laughter
The sharing of many small,
Meaningful things
Our shared life has sown together
Down these many years.
We will have little,
But that little will be gold,
Gold silently glittering
Through the moments ticking down
We will derive our greatest pleasures
From the simplest of things,
A skill we lost when we left our childhoods.
So let them laugh, if they will,
At our simplicity.
The decades we devoted to one another
Speak for themselves.
We shall lie down together,
Whenever we will,
And stay so 'til we decide
To move into another day.
Each other's warmth will be the supreme comfort
Until the end.
Glasses of wine,
Some noble thoughts,
Amusement at our former selves
Unspoken awe at what we are becoming;
Our life has been an honor to us both
- Though more to me,
Because I know I don't deserve you.
But here we are,
With all our flaws and glories,
And I thank the Universe,
In it's blind magnificence,
For giving me you.
Let us live,
Let us sleep,
Let us dream,
Let us love
To the end of our days,
And know this -
You are my one and only love,
Now, and forever.
Let us join hands,
Face the future, unafraid,
And smile.
I was thinking of Christmas the other day,
so, I went to my storage room to find the boxes of decorations;
that had been my mother's and grandmother's once,
once upon a time- when everything in my life was good.
I carried them to my living room and set them on the floor,
with a sigh- and opened those boxes of memories.
I carefully took them out and touched them,
with love, they represented another time- a time of happiness;
I recalled my mother hanging them on the Christmas tree,
and grandma talking to me about her decorations collected.
Now, they are mine- all mine and they should make me happy,
but the opposite seemed true- they make me sad.
I left them there and went to get a tea,
I sat thinking and weeping and then it struck me suddenly;
these were my mothers and grandmothers- I love them for that,
but it was time for me to recall the happiness and nostalgia.
So, I picked them up one by one from box and recalled a memory,
it was hard- but that brought me so much joy.
That very same day- I decorated my tree,
for Christmas with those decorations and some new of my own;
but those old ones- are even more meaningful to me now,
they are a memory of those Christmas times before the sorrow.
But, I must say- my decorations mingled in are beautiful too,
and I am just loving Christmas again.
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(11/24/16) Edited July 4, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Nostalgia
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1164-185-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the Standard Contest, Nostalgia
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place