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Nieves Villamin Poem
A hot and summer evening breeze
In jest tickled the napping bees
Incandescent, of floating musk
Shadows like dancing glow at dusk.
Hugging pine trees from branch to branch
Down on the grass gaily they hopped
Such a beauty I'd like to catch
To watch them dance, maybe make love
Freely, on the palm of my hand.
Wished upon a firefly, as a kid I had
Watched your sparkle many evenings
High in hopes, eyes wide open
Twinkles from your flickering lights
Told me that ills would fly by night.
Enchanted I was, you thrilled me
Yet calming like a cup of tea
Left home for decades now I have
Missed your playful spirit and salve.
Like me the gentle autumn wind
From great distance, faith unknowing
Carried me over here to seek
Greener pastures or winning streaks
And you, for greyer twilight crests.
It was on my birthday last year
In Portage, Michigan, oh what
A grand reunion we did have
When my dear granddaughter and I
Chased you merrily around the block!
Copyright © Nieves Villamin | Year Posted 2017
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Nieves Villamin Poem
Picnics at the Park
I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.
Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll speak.
You're so confident at three
A daredevil I could see
Climbing, jumping, hopping
In every closet, hiding.
First time I saw you biked
With training wheels unlatched
Made your Grandma so proud
Love tears bedewed her eyes.
At four you got bolder
Your bike rides went farther
Your hollers were like fireflies
Which I chased them from afar.
Though dusk had already fallen
You're still roamin' in the gloamin'
A guard brought you back alone
Told him 3324 Park St., was your home.
You loved picnics at age five
On the grass, we laid our mat
Admiringly I watched you biked
With your cool sunglasses and hat.
One day when you're past five
Moved miles away I couldn't drive
How I wished that I had stopped
Before. The tic tacs of Mother Clock!
Copyright © Nieves Villamin | Year Posted 2017
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Nieves Villamin Poem
Moon Over the Vines
Like a yellow balloon hanging out with the clouds
Moon over the vines at first cockcrow you’d dulled
Shadowy ribbon-like clouds chased your moonbeams away
As the dawn was breaking it beckoned a great day.
Oh! waning crescent moon are you leaving right now?
I wish you stayed a bit, so I could I show you how
I made the vines felt loved so they could share the same
I gave them some grooming with tender love and care.
You shooed away the morning breeze; that’s such a shame
On hot summer mornings, the wind it could moisten
As temperature rises the vines are bound to wither
The berries would shrivel, fall off from their clusters.
Moon over the vines last night under your watch
Did you see tears rolling down from the children’s’ eyes?
Pain caused from their lost loves or from empty stomachs
Did you tell them no more tears, as the sun would soon rise?
Moon over the vines I would like to confess
Yesteryears when I was young your moonbeams I had chased
In my arduous plight, toughness was in every bend
Patience I learned plenty when my lot was tested.
Moon over the vines when I see you next time
I want you to stay longer so we could chat awhile
Maybe you could show me how loving should be done
So that friendships may last for several lifetimes.
Copyright © Nieves Villamin | Year Posted 2017
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