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Ellen Androshuk Poem
MY Chickie Doodle Girl
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She`s four going on 40,
this child/woman girl,
A true gem from the deep blue ocean,
I`m the oyster and she`s my pearl.
Her bewilderment and fascination,
her audacity and grit
blows me to smithereens
every time I think of it.
Her bedroom a museum of things you do not touch,
of nick-knacks and trinkets from ages birth and on up.
Her stubbornness and humanity,
her temper and her trust,
changes from minute to minute,
“Dear God, give me strength to keep up”.
She`s expressive and animated,
with an abundance of humor and wit,
Her insight is abounding, there`s just no end to it.
Her devotion runs deep, it`s an unconditional thing,
She`s absolutely remarkable this small human being.
Shes got moxie, and attitude, and character, Oh Man!,
and SHE is my daughter, and
I Love Her With All That I Am.
Copyright © Ellen Androshuk | Year Posted 2015
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Ellen Androshuk Poem
My spirits have been lifting
The ice begins to thaw
The deep end begins to shallow
I recognize me once more.
It’s been a long time coming
My rope was worn and frayed
I’ve been scooped up and have my bearings
I’ve once again been saved.
The low times have been frequent
The highs fleeting and brief
This happy medium is magnificent,
a Godsend, and sweet relief.
Copyright © Ellen Androshuk | Year Posted 2015
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Ellen Androshuk Poem
Driving through town in thoughts all my own,
when stopped at a traffic light awaiting my turn,
It suddenly occurs to me as if never before,
the dance of the vehicles that appear just before.
Don’t know why I’ve never noticed this spectacular ballet,
for I drive these streets in and out every day.
A symphony begins as the traffic lights change
as cars move ahead and empty the lanes.
The cars start to turn, like a graceful ballet
and head in different directions and go on their way.
The left turns and right turns, the blinkers and horns,
Pedestrians, and animals, and siren alarms warn.
The city’s alive with purpose and grit
and the tempo picks up, there are places to get
The signals are green, the brake lights are red, but amber says
“Be careful… slow down up ahead”.
This ballet goes on all day and into the night,
And the dance begins again at dawn’s new light.
Copyright © Ellen Androshuk | Year Posted 2015
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