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LITTLE NOTHING THINGS

It's just the little nothing things
that bring to mind a smile.
It's just the little loving things
that make my life worthwhile.

A BOUQUET

A bouquet of flowers from my child
in my memory I keep them filed
although the petals withered and died
I've kept them tucked away inside.

MY POETRY

I know my poetry
won't bring a dime
and most people say
I'm wasting my time.
Some even say
a poets just lazy
and others think
they're just plain crazy.
If they should lock me up
I wouldn't care
I'd just go on writing
my poetry there.
If you read my poems
and thought it talent I had
and while reading them
judged them not all bad
then you're crazy, too
it's not hard to see
we'll just go together
when they come to get me.

GOOD POET

If you think
I'm a good poet
keep it quiet,
please don't show it.
If you like
the things I've said,
don't praise now
wait until I'm dead.
For if I think
that I'm real good
I couldn't write
like I should.

YOU AND ME

I ask an old man what was his dream
he smiled at me his eyes held gleam
there was a lot he wanted to do
if his ship came in - he would do them, too
so many places he longed to see
but for him it wasn't meant to be
the last time I saw this dear old man
he pulled me close and held my hand
what he said brought tears to my eyes
for we were saying our last goodbyes
"No better life would it have been
if my ship had ever come in
a little rowboat it would be
not big enough for you and me.

I THINK I'LL STAY

Here I sit - so out of place
although I see face after face.
What should I do when I don't belong?
I'll write a poem and hum a song.
Watching people short and tall
and in my mind I hear them call
hey dumb one please go away.
Then one lone whisper - won't you stay?
One kind face smiled at me
giving courage, peace, stability.
I think I'll stay and enjoy them all
the fat - the thin - the short - the tall.

MARY'S POEM COLLECTION

REMINISCENCE

When Whippoorwill trills
rode the wind
and bashful buds
on flowering quince
lolled against the fence
sun rays bathed
in the old rain barrel
and shapes
in shades of green
caressed the sky
as blue as my father's eyes.

How I miss
as I reminisce
childhood Springs
when all things
were beautiful.

YOU
I don't need
loud music
sound of motors
hum of cities
fancy homes
or foreign cars
but I do need happiness
and happiness
is YOU.

MEMORY LANE

I took a stroll down memory lane
but felt no pain and forgot to cry.
So glad I took that one last look
to bid a silent goodbye.

MY VERSES

If I could paint or draw
an artist I would be
but all that I can do
is write sick poetry
and when I'm dead and gone
in the garbage they'll be tossed
among all the other trash
my verses will be lost.

OLD RAZOR STRAP

Old razor strap on the wall
please, oh, please won't you fall
hanging there you scare me so
if only you were hanging low
I'd take you down - run and hide
and keep you right by my side
my bottom is all black and blue
and it's all because of you.

OLD SETH

On the fire place mantle an old clock sat
to this old clock I tip my hat
by the fire a man would sit
and worriedly watch the life of it.
When I was small I heard him say
we will go the same time of day.
To old Seth Thomas I give a wink
and in my eye a tear I blink.

GREETING SPRING

Mountain tops
sun-kissed
guard the meadow wall
a glitter in diamonds of dew
birds nest in trees
on porch
in eves
a saucy lark
swoops
searching seeds
and echoes
trills of tranquility
as sunrays
rest on the wings
greeting
with shrill
notes
the coming of Spring.

A PLACE TO PRAY

God built us a quiet place
from seed it grew and filled a space
a forest baring sturdy trees
their fragrance hanging in the breeze
standing tall with dignity
gently giving peace to me
a bed of needles on the ground
a place to pray I have found.

A HOME

A home is where we choose to be
when troubles intrude our life
where love and comfort are gathered
to shield from human strife.
A house is just a house
without life and love within
you turn a house into a home
by letting love-light in.

BABY OF THREE

My last but not least is a baby of three
though a very small package he turned out to be
his mind you'll agree is as sharp as a tack
for getting his way he has quite a knack
sees something he wants he turns on a grin
give it to him quick or it's off again
so little to always get his own way
I've spoiled him rotten so what can I say
when he says I love you it's all worthwhile
I get a kiss, a hug a big shining smile
and two twinkling gray eyes light up like stars
I thank the good Lord this baby is ours.

SPECIAL DAY

Today's a very special day
and in a very special way
love was picked by two small hands
innocently he proudly stands.
Dandelions and a chocolate smile
make my day so worthwhile.

FINE LAD

The Lord gave me a beautiful child
although some days he drives me wild
he's five, you see, so full of vigor
and each day his ideas get bigger
born with a knowledge way beyond his years
questions on questions he bends my ears
my heart fills with pride watching him grow
but there's so much he doesn't yet know
from infant to child he went with such grace
to me it seemed such an awful fast pace
one jump ahead I'm trying to stay
how well I'm doing I really can't say
there's always a smile on his sweet face
I truly thank God I entered this race
my son is growing into a fine lad
hope this means I'm not doing too bad.

THE WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL

The world is beautiful
no matter what the season
God gave us only four
we know not the reason.
Wintertime is cold and damp
but pretty in it's way
snowflakes falling gracefully
to brighten up our day.
Springtime brings us flowers
and takes away our fears
with violets and daffodils
and tiny baby tears.
Summer brings us warmth
to let our gardens grow
sends us thunder showers
to water seeds we sow.
Fall is so breathtaking
in shades of brown and gold
with pretty fluttering leaves
awaiting winter to unfold.

LITTLE GIRL DREAMS

I thought would be nice
when I was a pup
would be nice to sip
from a golden cup
and upon every finger
a diamond so bright
oh, how they'd glisten
in the sun's shining light
in a ruffle white dress
a queen I would be
I would charge a large sum
just to gaze upon me
but I traded my dreams
for a gold wedding band
one I wear proudly
third finger - left hand
I'm queen of my house
in my faded blue jeans
and I think now how silly
were those little girl dreams.

MY BUTTERFLY

Why can't my butterfly fly away
what clipped her wings
and weathered her brow
who pinned the pink bow
in her tresses so white
damn, I hate this ugly sight
damn death
why does my butterfly
suffer this fate
eighty years were hers
God
living was great
but now her eyes are sunken
cat butter tight
and blind
weeks I have wept
meditated
and waited
trembling, I pluck
the bow from her hair
and place a red carnation
there
sweet, sweet flowers.

by Mary Rose...
the proud daughter of Mary Evelyn White Rose
Copyright 2000

SO BE IT

Time goes by so quickly
but not as gracefully
as the tears that fall
oh, to be able to keep the glow
that's on a little one's face
that is given to all.
Somehow, somewhere
in the process of growing up
the glow fades
only to return later
after dreams are lost
and lessons are learned.
Thank God
time has no meaning for a child
and so be it for the old.

HOW BLESSED

New growth on the oriental cherry tree gleams
like emeralds in the bright sunlight and the
wind swept summer sky is a cobalt blue
with bits of white puffy clouds scattered about
fragrant tomatoe plants fill the space around me
and pink, purple, and burgundy petunias
smile up at me from their warm bed.
All of this gives meaning to my aloneness.
God's touch upon my soul reassures me
that He knows who I am and loves me
in spite of it - why else would He give me
these splendid gifts - how blessed I am.

LITTLE BOYS

Little boys like dogs and cats
two cap guns and cowboy hats
in their mouth some bubble gum
a chocolate bar to fill their tum
and in their pockets there might be
a little frog or two or three
they try to be just like dad
call them sissy makes them mad
splashing puddles is big fun
if this is how the days begun
they're afraid of scary shows
and always have a runny nose
a bar of soap they avoid
to take a bath they're annoyed
a new toothbrush they like to share
with the cat to brush it's hair
they think the paste was meant to eat
and mom was nice to buy the treat
a fishing pole and some worms
and a dad to share those germs
all these things make a boy
kind of like a wind up toy.

MY ALL

The Lord is my all and when I fall
He stands me on my feet again
for I am weak but if I were stronger
I would no longer look to His light
and seek Him both day and night.
But why? Why me? I'm not worthy
but still I'm loved beyond numbers or words.
Could it be just a dream
living in this rippling stream
this circle of life - this circle of love
that holds my mind in place
and makes me see behind this masquerade
we call the human race?

MY CANTATA

He and she
lay protected
by natures huge umbrella
gentle drops
caress dancing leaves
and tropical birds
twitter their approval
a mystical array of colors
arc over their paradise
urging me to harmonize
and serenely
touch fulfillment.
Reluctantly
I approach
reality
to all that surrounds me
but my Cantata
remains
a bit out of tune
but mellow
as the sweet taste
of a superior red wine
sipped from
an exquisite petal
of God's precious rose.

FOREVER FORGOTTEN

New life blooms
with blossoms in Spring
waving God's grace
in the hot Summer sun.
Fallen Fall leaves
serenely bow out.
Winter white snow
clothes the death bed.
The parts the blooms play
in this play of life
are too soon gone
and forever forgotten.

I NEED TO KNOW

Step a little shorter, Daddy
my legs aren't very tall.
Step a little shorter, Daddy
if I run I might fall.
Walk a little straighter, Daddy
I'm going to follow you.
Walk a little straighter, Daddy
I want to walk straight, too.
I'm walking in your big steps, Daddy
Daddy, oh, please walk slow.
Walk a little slower, Daddy
there's so much I need to know.

Mary Rose
Copyright 2000

THE ESSENCE OF LOVE

The essence of love is
the touching of spirits
made strong
by patience
and understanding
bringing forth inner peace
quiet joy
and strength
to set free those we love
so they may become
all they can be.

INNOCENCE

There is innocence of youth
in my little man's eyes
not knowing the meaning
of black ugly lies.
The trust that I see there
makes my heart ache.
Love I shall give him
love I shall take.

MY SOUL REJOICES

My soul rejoices, quickens and stirs
as I approach the green forest firs.
Sunshine pours down like melted butter
and fills me with ecstasy unlike any other.
Absolutely none that my mind can recall
unless it be gold and brown of early fall
or hues of blue upon wintry white snow -
protecting Spring bulbs awaiting to grow.

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