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Christie Mills Poem
My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2007
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Weeping willow tell me,
Why is it that you cry?
For is it that no ears can hear,
The stories that you sigh?
Weeping willow tell me,
Why do you hang your head?
What is it that your thinking,
That makes you bow with dread?
Weeping willow tell me,
What's in store for thee?
Can you see the future?
What is it that you see?
Weeping willow tell me,
Why is it that you cry?
If only I could hear you,
Please don't think I pry.
Weeping willow tell me,
What are the words you say?
I only seek the answers from beneath the branches I lay.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2010
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My family is my treasure
Each one a precious jewel
For if I did not cherish them
I would be a fool
I will polish them daily
And let their beauty shine
What makes them the greatest treasure in the world
Is that these jewels are mine!
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2009
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Kids off to school. Going to work. Pick up the laundry. Stop at the store.
Don't miss the meeting, and back again. over and over. Will it ever end.
Up and down. Fast and slow. Red and green. Traffic Jam "Oh No".
Day after day. No time of your own. Make some dinner. take a shower.
Lay on the bed for about an hour. Yelling and bickering. Stop the fight.
Off to bed. To all a good night.
Everyone up. We're off again. Another day. I just can't win.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2010
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Let me not hear and let me not see.
Let me not speak the anger in me.
Let me take each day as it goes.
Let not my words run as free as the river flows.
Let my Good days keep a steady ryme.
Let my happy thoughts push forward the time.
Let not this hostile man ruine my smile.
Let not a frown on my face run for a mile.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2008
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Grab your rhodes, your lines, your reels.
Grab your hooks, your swivels, your sinkers.
Grab your power bait, your worms, your stinkers.
Grab your tackle box, your cooler, your beer.
Pick a spot, cast your line, enjoy your friends, and have a good time.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2010
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A fuzzy butt, Big buck teeth, enormous ears, and floppy clown feet.
You eat my garden. Your such a pest.
You ate my peas, squash, and more.
I seen these little thieves from my own front door.
You hoop around the tree and the bush.
Your lucky your cute. You silly looking critter.
Don't look at me with those beety little eyes.
If you keep it up, I'll give you a surprise.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2009
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I realize that you are growing up,
And we may have our different views.
We all must find our place in life;
That path is up to you.
Just remember that my love is unconditional,
Rather your wrong or right.
Making mistakes is normal.
I know; Ive made a few.
But no matter what your choices might bring.
Remember that I love you.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2007
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Twinkle twinkle little cutie.
Off to bed, or I'll bust your booty.
How I wonder what your dreaming.
Awh peace and quiet.
No more screaming.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2009
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Whisper not into the night these words I can not hear.
For I'am but a vision, Tell me while I'm near.
Whisper not into the night these words I long to hear,
But tell me them in your voice, and place them upon my ear.
Whisper not a remenise of which I can not see,
But show me what it is by heart, of which you want it to be.
For we are in a vision of the night, And here I will always be.
Whisper not into the night. A wish of disregret. For I'am but
a vision, stuck in side your head. Till the end of time I shall
always be. For you are but a part of my soul.
Not just a whisper in the night.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2008
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