Poems-2

Poems-2

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MY OWN GRNADPA

Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of Red. My father fell in love with her and soon the two were wed. This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, for she was my fathers wife. To complicate the matters worse, Although it brought me joy, I soon becaame the father Of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby then became A brother-in-law to dad. And so became my uncle. though it made me very sad. for if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up daughter sho, of course, was my step-mother. Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the run. and he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue. Because, although she is my wife, She is my grandma too. if my wife is my grandmother, Then i am her grandchild, and every time i think of it, it simply drives me wild. for now i have become the strangest case you ever saw as the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa

DOES HEAVEN HAVE A NUMBER?

Mommy went to heaven, but i need her here today, My tummy hurts and i fell down, I need her right away. Operator can you tell me how to find her in the book? Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look. I think my daddy needs her too, at night i hear him cry. I hear him call her name sometimes, but i really don't know why. Maybe if i call her, she will hurry home to me. Is heaven very far away, is it across the sea? She's been gone a long,long time she needs to come home now! I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how. Help me find the number please, is it listed under 'Heaven"? I can't read these big big words, I am only seven. I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry, is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye? If i call my church maybe they will know Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall, Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.

OLD AGE

I'M FINE HOW ARE YOU? There's nothing the matter with me, I'm just as healthy as can be, I have arthritis in both my knees, And when i talk, I talk with a wheeze My Pluse is weak, my blood is thin But i'm awful well for the shape i'm in. All of my teeth have had to come out, And my diet i hate to think about, I'm overweight and can't get thin, but i'm awful well for the shape i'm in. And arch supports i need for my feet, or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street. Sleep is denied me night after night, but every morning i fine I'm alright. My memory's failing, my head's in a spin But i'm awful well for the shape i'm in, Old age is golden---I've heard it said but sometimes I wonder as I go to bed, With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, And my glasses on a shelf, until I get up. And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? The reason I know my youth has been spent Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went! but I really don't mind, when I think with a grin, of all the places my get-up has been. I get up each morning and dust off my wits Pick up the paper and read the obits. If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead, So I eat a good breakfast, and jump back into bed. The moral of this as the tale unfolds Is that for you and me, who are growing old it is better to say "I'm Fine" with a grin, than to let people know the shape we are in.

HOLY ALPHABET

Although things are not perfect Because of trial or pain Continue in thanksgiving Do not begin to blame Even when the times are hard Fierce winds are bound to blow God is forever able Hold on to what you know Imagine life without His love Joy would cease to be Keep thanking Him for all the things Love imparts to thee Move out of "Camp Complaining" No weapon that is known On earth can yield the power Praise can do alone Quit looking at the future Redeem the time at hand Start every day with worship To "thank" is a command Until we see Him coming Victorious in the sky We'll run the race with gratitude Xalting God most high Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!

MOTHERS CROWN

Heaven lit up with His mighty presence, As all the Angels looked down, Today the Lord was placing the jewels, In all the mother's crowns. As He held up a golden crown, As all the mother's looked on, He said in His gentle voice, "I just want to explain each stone". He held the first gem in His hand But the radiance couldn't match His own. For He was the light of Heaven, Reflecting off each of the stones. "The first gem," He said, "is an emerald, And it's for endurance alone, For all the nights you waited up. For your children to come home. For all the nights by their bedside, You stayed till the fever went down, For nursing every little wound, I add this emerald to your crown." "A ruby, I'll place by the emerald, For leading your child in the right way, For if you hadn't taught them about me, They wouldn't be here with you today. For always being right there, Thru all life's important events, I give you a sapphire stone, For the time and love you spent." "For untying the strings that held them, When they grew up and left home, I give you this one for courage." Then the Lord added an amethyst stone. "I'll place a stone of garnet," He said, "For all the times you spent on your knees, When you asked me to take care of your children, And them for having faith in me." "I have a pearl for every little sacrifice, That you made without them knowing, For all the times you went without, To keep them happy, healthy, and growing." "And last of all I have a diamond, The greatest of all gems, For those mother's who lost their children, When they came home to heaven before them." "This is the most precious sacrifice, So I give the most precious stone, For I know just how you felt, I too lost a child of my own." After the Lord placed the last jewel in, He said, "Heaven is now complete, For every mother has her crown of jewels, And all her children are at her feet."

©..... W. Edwin Harris