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Brenda Rose Poem
I prayed today for the elderly
They long to hear for you to say
Words of love and words of praise
With acts of kindness they once gave.
And if you’re going by their way
They’d like for you to stop and pay
A visit where you both can play
Disregard what you may.
Before their heads they shall lay
At night before the sun and it’s ray
When they bow their heads as they pray
Praying you and everyone will be okay.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2016
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"Show us God", they cried aloud
Said with trickery from the crowd
Then a faint voice served with smile
Said, "Look my friends,
Look at the child!"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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Brenda Rose Poem
I’ll tell you what I’ve seen
Of a lady dressed in green.
She’s Irish to the core
Like she was the day before.
And even till today
She loves St. Patrick’s Day.
So we should understand
As she goes to Ireland.
She’s searching far beyond
To find a Leprechaun!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose.
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2018
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Brenda Rose Poem
A Lady
I call her a lady
With total grace and dignity
But as I look upon her
There’s more beauty that I see.
Years beyond so told
Shown in her glass reflective mirror
With a but slower and gradual step
Fearful now from here to there.
A string of beaded pearls
Hangs proudly just like so
And when rising to the task
She’s done all this also.
The secret to her mystery
Untold it is although
She has the answer
Only a lady would know.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2017
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How I long to walk again
By the beaver dam.
Remember in midsummer, Dad
We stopped to roam the land.
Along I followed through
I frowned at what I couldn't see
Your eyes so gently lifted mine
And said these words to me
"Daughter I have brought you here
To witness nature's love
To capture beauty in it's growth
And all that it may house,
Do not hasten or shut out
The untame while it lives
It'll survive within us
To pass on, to share, to give".
Then your eyes ceased control
To grasp what lay beyond
A slapping splash had announced
That we were not alone.
With this a joy surged
Within my soul and thus withheld
As peace and new awareness
Flowed no longer to be shelved.
The memory
I'll cherish of you and I, that day
It's winter now all is white
And you have gone away.
But in the spring I'll meet you there
Where the untame live
With you I'll share the struggle Dad
Of Peace and Joy to give.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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Where are all the elderly?
Where did they all o?
Like a blossom they withdraw
From the bitter sorry cold.
Just caress a little bit
With warmth fro the cold
And you'll find they're in your hands
And the blossom's now a rose.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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Brenda Rose Poem
It's time to take a holiday
My friends have told me so
I said okay that is fine
But it is as to where I should go?
I could go all the way to blazes
Or drop by Heavens way
Or I could go where no home
Would have me not or would have me stay.
I could take a journey southward
Or go nowhere at all
I could just climb the highest mountain
Knowing I could never fall.
Well I told you all the places
Around the world I'd like to go
So you must be getting very tired
"So why don't you tell me where to go?"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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Don't come here but please go there
For this is what I have to share
About our dear hairdresser Claire.
She'll never catch you in a snare
Because her prices are more than fair.
She will cut your hair layer by layer
And will not let your head go bald or bare
So there is no glare for us to stare
And she will help you grow long wanted hair.
In this verse I have been more than fair
And if I am not I do not care
For soon I will be committed or declared
I will end this with our love for Claire
Who always has an outward flair.
So there!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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Brenda Rose Poem
He’s known as Bob the Builder
But soon we must say farewell,
He says it’s time to leave
And so to this we wish him well.
What shall we do without him?
How will the work get done?
Because he does the work of several
And still he makes it look like fun.
So before we say goodbye
It’s important to understand
He’s not just Bob the Builder
To us he’s Bob the Gentleman!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2016
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If there were any forgotten thank you’s
Or in the past were barely said
I ask for your pardon, my darling
And if you would please read ahead.
Thank you for your gentle touch
Upon reaching for my hand
Thank you for your loving smiles
Which help’s me understand.
Thank you for your calm
It settles all my fears
Thank you for your stay
And touching my last tear.
Thank you for your lead
When I begin to stray
And thank you for your find
When I had lost my way.
Thank you for your faith
When I was in the wrong
Thank you for your words
It’s these that make me strong.
And thanks but for the grace of God
For He created you
So my child with pride someday
I’ll leave a part of me in you.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
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