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Janet Grace Poem
Dedicated to
Robbie Philly and Boo
(Robbie DOD 10/13/1986)
In past autumn seasons there were we,
Parents Bob and Jan kids Kim and Robbie.
As a family we'd roll up our sleeves
Tackle job of raking and piling leaves.
Together we would work while having fun.
Admiring leaf piles when raking was done.
We'd call our dogs Philly and her pup Boo,
Encouraging leaps into the high piles too.
Dogs dived in and then the four of us too
Leaping as one Bob Jan Rob Kim Philly and Boo.
We'd disappear deep then we'd leap in the air
Scattering those leaves to who knows where!
Leaves are memories pressed deep in my mind
As scrapbook pages of a much happier time.
Autumn comes each year and when the leaves fall
Think of Rob, Philly and Boo wish I could
again hug them all!!!
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2005
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Janet Grace Poem
TO: My many heroes I have watched win
Heroes you have been to me, THOROUGHBREDS!
Painted in colors of bright chestnut reds.
Your Finely tuned muscles gleaming in the sun
As on racetracks you strived to be "THE ONE"!
Your manes and tails became waving sails
As you hugged those racetrack rails.
You made use of your piston stroke strides
As jockeys riding you thrilled to the rides.
You were fiery flames to the finish line ends
With your flags flying as you rounded the bends.
Seabiscuit, Man O' War, Secretariat whomever you be
You will always be Thoroughbred heroes in history!
You all possessed the "Look of Eagles" in your eyes
And in your chests you carried the "Heart that Tries".
I felt the same about Funny Cide and Smarty Jones.
All were my heroes wish I could have "taken them home"!
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2005
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Janet Grace Poem
To: The antics of
all the kittens
I have raised
and loved
Whiskery kitten twitchery
Tiny paw claws so pickery
Kittenish games of trickery
Cute little face's bewitchery
Waving plume tail is twitching
Racing directions are switching
From living room into kitchen
Sure do love a cute little kitten!
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2005
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Janet Grace Poem
I always find it quite amazing
As skyward I am gazing,
How something as simple as sunrise rays
Can set my mood for the rest of the day.
Pink and gold on a background of blue.
Wispy white strands of clouds pass through.
My heart starts to lift as I see them pass by.
Like paintbrushes stroking the canvas of sky.
The beauty of nature and the colors therein
Always encourages me my day to begin.
To tackle my tasks and get them all done
Before I see the setting of the sun.
When evening falls and the sun goes west
Is one of the hours I like the best.
In a red blaze of glory down goes the sun
I am so peaceful now that the day is done.
I have completed all that I set out to do.
I will wait for the morning to begin anew
And hope that the sky will once again display
Its beautiful painting to inspire my day.
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2005
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Janet Grace Poem
When life dealt me a dirty deal
I looked around to find what was real
I was given a son but he was ripped away
How could I keep facing another day?
The son that was born loved and raised
Disappeared into fate's misty haze.
Torn from my bosom and taken away
While I remained to face another day.
And another and another and another.
I turned to my mate but he turned away.
Turned to my daughter she went her own way.
I felt so alone and I wanted to die too.
I wanted to follow Robbie into the blue.
Into another plane another, another, another.
But I had no choice I had to stay
To face life and face each day.
Trying to find a reason to go on
To tell myself, "I am strong"!
Get through the next day and then,
Another, another, another.
To find reasons to live was so hard
I grabbed at straws I kept up my guard.
They who should have been closest drew away
Apart from me trying to find their own way.
Out of the quicksand of grief that mired us all
That kept us from hearing one anothers' call.
Another, another, another.
The years have passed but not the pain
Although we have learned to live again.
Life has gone on we learned to adjust
We are better now we are learning to trust
One another again, one another, one another.
The years have passed but not the pain
Although we have learned how to live again.
Life has gone on we have learned to adjust
We are better now we are searing to trust
One another again, one another, one another.
Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2005
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