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Linda Laframboise Poem
They say grandchildren are the future to see
Watching them grow has been special to me
We laughed with the good and cried at the bad,
But felt every emotion of happy and sad.
I have three grandchildren special to me
Special in their own ways as they may be,
One at a time they’d stay at my place,
So I’d be sure, to put up my vase.
Two have grown into a young adult
Except for one, who’s still as a teen?
They’re more helpful, and like to clean,
So to all, I’d like to share my result.
The grandchildren, their children will be the future
Of what we were, a long time ago
And be able to flow, with the knowledge to grow.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2018
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Linda Laframboise Poem
If the sky did not have stars
And there was no planet mars,
If there was no brilliant sun
Setting in the horizon;
Where would I be?
If this old world did not spin
And the folks did not have any gin,
If Adam never had an Eve,
And man knew not how to believe;
Where would I be?
If I couldn’t see the TV
Or those eyes smile at me,
If his voice I couldn’t hear
Or his presence wasn’t near;
Where would I be?
When he gives me that famous kiss
If I didn’t feel it was for me,
If his love, couldn’t always be
Or his beauty covers me;
Where would I be?
Yes, where would I be?
Without, my darling love.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2018
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Linda Laframboise Poem
A precious petal
A falling leaf,
A dew-damp sepal
A kiss
A perfume, the
most precious droplet
Of tear-drop dew,
A kiss of love
from Me,
to You.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2018
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Linda Laframboise Poem
Marry when the year is new,
Always loving, kind and true,
When FEBRUARY birds do mate
You may wed, nor dread your fate,
If you wed when MARCH winds blow,
Joy is sorrow both you’ll know,
Marry in APRIL when you can,
Joy for maiden and for man,
Marry in the month of MAY,
You will surely rue the day,
Marry when JUNE roses blow,
Over land and sea you’ll go,
They who in JULY do wed
Must labor always for their bread,
Whoever wed in AUGUST be
Many a change are sure to see,
Marry in SEPTEMBER’S shine,
Your living will be rich and fine,
If in OCTOBER! you do marry,
Love will come, but riches tarry
If you wed in bleak NOVEMBER,
Long the day you will remember,
When DECEMBER’S snows fall fast,
Marry and true love, will last.
If you marry not at all
Strikes me you’ll be happiest of all.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2018
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Linda Laframboise Poem
Where do you go when you feel so alone?
And life has closed its doors on you
No one to sit with you and hold your hand;
So to ease that feeling what do you do?
Sit in your room and heave a heavy sigh
You think of the frustration we all feel
Then feeling alone once again, makes you cry;
And you shut everyone out of your mind.
But it doesn’t have to be that way
We all have that someone to turn to
Open up to when troubles come knocking;
And people that won’t make us feel so blue.
So whenever you feel so alone, reach out
To that special person in your life you feel
Won’t turn you down and leave you alone;
And always makes you feel like your real.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2018
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Linda Laframboise Poem
What is a father, you ask?
A father is a man, who is strong
Strong for the people he loves;
And a person in your eyes, who never does wrong.
He plays ball with the sons he may bare
Or, he may tell his daughters who to watch out for
He lets his children know he does care,
And when they’re small he takes them, for a drive.
A father will go out, with a son to a bar
He’ll walk a daughter down the isle
And when we are gone and not so far,
He’ll let us know, we can always come home.
A father can become a grandfather
To have grandchildren to call his own
He doesn’t mind when they start to bother;
As he knows, the parents are very near.
So as I write this
You shall always remember
What, a father is.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2020
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Linda Laframboise Poem
There was a man named Elvis
Whom they say had a gift
That gift was his voice
A voice that always had a lift.
He was a great man who lived
A friend to everyone he touched
He was happy making others happy,
Let the poor, feel there was hope;
He had a voice that did so much.
Gave the meaning of giving
Like air to which we breathe
Enjoyed grateful looks, of the living,
To see he's trying to help out;
In a life, with so much misery.
So here we go with that voice
That was trying to change this world
To be more of a giving one
And let us know, we all, have a choice.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2018
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Linda Laframboise Poem
Eyes of an animal can speak to your soul
They show us what we’re missing
Ask us for love and protection,
To be themselves and always be whole.
Some humans think hurting them are fun
Would they like the same done to them?
They wouldn’t that I do know,
So we must be a voice for the helpless
Be sure they don’t cower and run.
Show others the kindness to give
Whether to animal, or our own
We need to be a voice, their voice
To show them they again can live.
Let’s be the voice they count on
Let them have a better life
Know all humans aren’t all that bad,
They are the spirits of the world;
Have them feel, the hurting is all gone.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2018
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Linda Laframboise Poem
Losing a loved one is not easy on the living
You get people telling you in time it gets easier
However, in your eyes it really does not,
Because you remember, how they were so giving.
Whether it is a parent, sibling or dearest friend
You will never get over losing them
However, one thing you will always have
Are all the wonderful memories
Of the good times, you have shared until the end.
So in reality it will get easier for you
With those wonderful memories you have
You will cherish forever in your heart
And believing that one day you will meet again
In a place that is serene and ever so true.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2019
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Linda Laframboise Poem
I know this guy named Scotty
He invited his Harem for toddy
So they all can sit and talk,
About anything, that pops up
Now they are done with their cup,
They bid farewell to Mr. Kippen
And promise to come back, hopping and skippin.
Copyright © Linda Laframboise | Year Posted 2020
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