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Christine O'hayre Poem
My twin
is a close friend.
Together since our birth
Through play, school, work, we share the joy
And hurt.
Copyright © Christine O'Hayre | Year Posted 2021
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Christine O'hayre Poem
You are the hurricane that has taken so much from my life.
I got caught in the eye of your storm
Watching defenselessly as you
Uprooted my dream,
Washed away my foundation,
Forced down the walls of progress I built,
And flooded my soul.
Once I recovered,
Building new safeguards and a secure surrounding,
Pouring a new foundation,
Planting new dreams,
You tear back through my life
Again
Leaving more destruction and desolation in your wake.
Copyright © Christine O'Hayre | Year Posted 2022
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Christine O'hayre Poem
Dear faces under glass
She’s wearing a white dress and veil,
He’s wearing a tux and crimson tie,
They smile radiantly as they look into each other’s eyes.
Dear faces under glass
She’s glowing with absolute delight,
He’s beaming with pride,
They smile radiantly as they look down on their newborn daughter.
Dear faces under glass
She’s laughing with tears of joy,
He’s kneeling down by the Christmas tree,
They smile radiantly as they watch their daughter squeal with glee.
Dear faces under glass
She’s holding her daughter’s princess lunchbox,
He’s helping his daughter put on her backpack,
They smile radiantly as they send their daughter off to Kindergarten.
Dear faces under glass
She’s fussing with her daughter’s hair,
He’s greeting the young man at the door,
They smile radiantly as they see their daughter off to prom.
Dear faces under glass
She’s wiping away tears from her cheek,
He’s clapping enthusiastically,
They smile radiantly as their daughter receives her diploma.
Dear faces under glass
She’s admiring her daughter’s white gown and veil,
He’s walking her down the aisle,
They smile radiantly as they give their daughter away.
Dear faces under glass
She’s glowing with absolute delight,
He’s beaming with pride,
They smile radiantly as they look down on their first grandchild.
Dear faces under glass
She has white hair and wrinkles,
He has arthritis and a cane,
They smile radiantly as they look into each other’s eyes.
Dear faces under glass.
Copyright © Christine O'Hayre | Year Posted 2022
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Christine O'hayre Poem
Ants crawl onto our picnic
Blanket in a straight line,
Creeping towards the food.
Dad swipes at them as we are
Eating and my sister attacks them with a
Fork, flicking them into the
Green grass beside her
Hurriedly,
I swipe up my sandwich and
Juice box to
Keep them away from the
Long line of approaching ants.
Mom grabs a
Napkin to push the ants
Off the blanket.
Picnics are usually
Quite eventful, whether
Robins or
Squirrels attempt to
Take our food from
Us, but we
Value the enjoyable time
We have together, picking
Xanthic dandelions and
Yelling as we play,
Zig-zagging through the park.
Copyright © Christine O'Hayre | Year Posted 2022
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Christine O'hayre Poem
What am I...?
A grain of sand washed along the coast
A fading star among an infinite host
A bitty spider amongst the redwood trees
A speck of dust carried by the summer breeze
A tiny drop of rain amidst a raging storm
A wee kernel of golden corn
A penny in a wishing fountain
A pebble on a snowy mountain
A single blade of grass in a field of dreams
A pink salmon egg in the mountain streams
A tale out of thousands told
A single petal from a marigold
A snowflake melting in the bright sun rays
A little spark among a fiery blaze
A simple person among billions
...Yet I am loved
Copyright © Christine O'Hayre | Year Posted 2021
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