Thread: Poems that you find

petal · 09-02-2006, 07:28 PM

Those Disastrous Ancestors of Mine

Today we buried Great Uncle Ted
'died unexpectedly' the obituary read.
How un-expected can people be,
after all the old fart was a hundred and three.
Great Uncle Ted's father was a hundred and seven
when he popped his cloggs and went to heaven
and his father before him, one hundred and one
they say he died suddenly whilst cleaning his gun.
He was looking down the barrel for hidden dirt
"Your tea's on the table" yelled his manic wife, Gert.
But he chose to ignore her, much to her dismay,
so she pulled the trigger and blew him away.
Great Uncle Ted's brother was Great Uncle Chuck
who sold stolen goods from the back of a truck.
He left two sons and a widow named Florry
when the poor sod fell off the back of a lorry.
Now his eldest sister was my Great Aunt Gwen
and a bit of a raver when it came to men.
Twelve times a night (and she wasn't dreaming),
red hot in her coffin and they say shes still steaming.
The youngest girl was my Great Aunt Trish,
widowed eight times, they all ate poison fish.
All except one, he died from a blow to the head.
"Well he wouldn't eat fish" my Great Aunt Trish said.
Then there was Great Aunt Nell, who had kids by the score
all wrinkled and grey, she said "I will try for one more."
The records are wrong, they can never be true
they say she died giving birth, aged ninety two.
Now my Great Uncle Dick called his son one day.
"You cant marry that girl son, I'm sorry to say.
Just listen to me," he begged in a whisper
"Your mother don't know but that girl is your sister."
Now my cousin twice removed and of little education
ran to his mother in sheer desperation.
"Oh mam," he cried "I'm going off my head,
I can't marry that girl, she's my sister, Dad said."
"There, there," said his mother "Don't you fret my boy.
What I'm about to tell should bring you joy.
You can marry that girl. Go on, off you go,
cause your daddy aint your daddy but your daddy dont know."
Tracing my ancestors was a pleasure for me
although I have to admit there are some oddities.
But a lot more surprises I'm sure to get
I haven't even started on my mothers side yet!

petal · 10-02-2006, 06:57 PM

"The 23rd Psalm for Genealogists"

Genealogy is my Pastime ...
I shall not stray,
It maketh me to lie down
and examine half-buried Tombstones;
It leadeth me into still Courthouses.
It restoreth my Ancestral Knowledge;
It leadeth me into the Paths of Census Records
and Ships Passenger Lists for my Surnames' sake;
Yes, though I wait through the Shadows
of Research Libraries and Microfilm Readers,
I shall fear no Discouragment,
for a Strong Urge is with me.
The curiosity and Motivation,
they Comfort me;
It demandeth preparation of Storage Space
for the Aquisition of Countless Documents;
It anointeth my Head with burning Midnight Oil,
My Family Group Sheets runneth over.
Surely Birth,Marriage and Death dates
shall follow me all the Days of my Life, And I shall dwell in the House
of a Family History Seeker Forever.

petal · 11-02-2006, 07:51 PM

Census Taker

It was the first day of census, and all through the land;
The pollster was ready . . . a black book in hand.
He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride;
His book and some quills were tucked close by his side.
A long winding ride down a road barely there;
Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting up through the air.
The woman was tired, with lines on her face;
And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place.
She gave him some water . . . as they sat at the table;
And she answered his questions . . . the best she was able.
He asked of her children . . . Yes, she had quite a few;
The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two.
She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red;
his sister, she whispered, was napping in bed.
She noted each person who lived there with pride;
And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside.
He noted the sex, the color, the age . . .
The marks from the quill soon filled up the page.
At the number of children, she nodded her head;
And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead.
The places of birth she "never forgot";
Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon . . . or not?
They came from Scotland, of that she was clear;
But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here.
They spoke of employment, of schooling and such;
They could read some and write some . . . though really not much.
When the questions were answered, his job there was done;
So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun.
We can imagine his voice loud and clear;
"May God Bless you all for another ten years."
Now picture a time warp . . . it's now you and me;
As we search for the people on our family tree.
We squint at the census and scroll down so slow;
As we search for that entry from long, long ago.
Could they only imagine on that long ago day;
That the entries they made would affect us this way?
If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel;
And the searching that makes them so increasingly real.
We can hear if we listen the words they impart;
Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart.
—Author Unknown

petal · 12-02-2006, 02:40 PM

Thoughts which have kept me awake nights

No book is entirely perfect
For errors will creep in;
Sometimes wrong information is sent
By someone's nearest kin.

And even printers make mistakes
For which they tear their hair;
Sometimes two people disagree
On who or what or where.

It might have been the person
Who wrote the history
It might have been the typist,
Or blame the author, me.

So if you're dead before you're born,
Or married when you're three,
Or I've omitted anyone
Who sent themselves to me.

Or your last name is not your own,
Your picture not too good,
I ask you please forgive me
I did the best I could!

-Anon

petal · 13-02-2006, 11:57 AM

.Diary of house husband

1). Make the beds......
What a waste of effort,
we're only going to sleep in them again tonight.
Forget that Scratch one.

2). Pick up dog poop in yard.......
It snowed last night,
I don't see any dog poop,
kids do you see any dog poop ?
Scratch two.

3). Drop your shirts off at the cleaners.......
Duhh I'm on vacation I don't need them.
Scratch three.
This is easy, what's the fuss.
Think I'll go on the computer for a while.

4). Clean out Tupperware cabinet.......
Uhhhh that's a hard one.
GOT IT,
velcro on the door will keep them closed.
Scratch four.

5). Mop kitchen floor.....
The dog licked up that sugar spill from breakfast,
floor looks clean to me.
Scratch five.
Good doggie go play in the yard.
She just loves rolling in the snow.

6). Find something fun for the kids to do.....
That tin foil in the microwave thing was kinda fun.
Scratch six.
This is very easy.
I'll have lots of time for the computer

7). Vacuum the carpets......
That's a hard one.......
Hey kids wanna have some more FUN.
Scratch seven.

8). Feed kids lunch.....
Hey kids, don't you have a friends house to go too?
Yes sir! Scratch eight !!

9). Clean out hallway closet......
Hmmmm another hard one.
That's it, take enough out of the closet to close the door.
Outta sight outta mind.
Hmmmm this other stuff can go under a bed.
Scratch nine.
Boy O Boy AM I GOOD!,!, lunch time.
Pour some chili into the cracker bag & eat.
Taaa daaa no lunch dishs! :-) Am I a genius or what?

10). Do laundry.....
no problem I can do that while I'm on the computer
Scratch ten.

11). Fold laundry.....
Ya know I never noticed how many pink things this family actually wears.
Gonna have to ask da little lady why she buys me pale pink underwear?
Look at this cashmere barbie sweater, isn't it nice.
Scratch eleven.

12) Put the laundry away....
Baskets in bedrooms work for me.
Scratch twelve.
This is so simple.
Wonder why women always complain about house work?

13). Water the Christmas tree...
Oop's!... good thing the carpet is absorbent.
Scratch thirteen.

14). Grocery shopping, Buy toilet paper.......
These old newspapers will do, besides,
that's recycling & that's good for the earth....
Scratch fourteen.

15). Pick up the kids ......
Yeah right; we're talking about my kids here.
Parents will normally pay to drop them back off.
They'll be back. Scratch fifteen.
Wonder who's on the computer.
I have plenty of time.

16). Make dinner.....
Easy, "Hello do you deliver?
uhhh double that,
Ya know we will need more dinner tomorrow."
Scratch sixteen.

17). Clean out the dog house......
duhh the dog sleeps in our bed,
Like that needs to be done.
Scratch seventeen.

well, that's it - all done!
This stuff is a pice of cake.
Still time for some more puter and a nap.....
Women must complain about house work just to make us guys think they're working.

nanna · 15-02-2006, 12:48 AM

My friend said, "You're retiring!
Whatever will you do?
You'll be so bored and so alone!"
How little they all knew.

The months have passed so rapidly
As I've gone here and there,
And sometimes, like the poet said
"No time to stand and stare".

So many people I must see
And places still to go,
So many places still to learn
And many things to know.

The days slip by, so much to do,
(Let others laze or shirk)
But looking back, I wonder how
I found the time to work!

Author Iris Hesselden.

Nanna

petal · 18-02-2006, 04:26 PM

Old Grandma Shoes

When I was very little
All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the same kind
Of ugly grandma shoes..

You know the kind I mean..
Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind,

For I knew, when I grew old,
I'd have to wear those shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time
It seemed like such bad news.

I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty cool.

And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then platforms, very tall,
As each new fashion came along
I wore them, one and all.

But always, in the distance,
Looming in my future, there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that Grandmas wear.

I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came along,

I knew I was a Grandma
And the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes
Was what I'd have to wear.

How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!

But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before my eyes.

And now, when I go shopping
What I see, fills me with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can be.

And I look at all these little girls
And there, upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And I really think that's neat.

petal · 25-02-2006, 07:10 PM

>>> My forgetter's getting better,
>>> But my rememberer is broke
>>> To you that may seem funny
>>> But, to me, that is no joke
>>>
>>> For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
>>> If I really should be "there"
>>> And, when I try to think it through,
>>> I haven't got a prayer!
>>>
>>> Oft times I walk into a room,
>>> Say "what am I here for?"
>>> I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
>>> A zero, is my score.
>>>
>>> At times I put something away
>>> Where it is safe, but, Gee!
>>> The person it is safest from
>>> Is, generally, me!
>>>
>>> When shopping I may see someone,
>>> Say! "Hi" and have a chat,
>>> Then, when the person walks away
>>> I ask myself, "who was that?"
>>>
>>> Yes, my forgetter's getting better
>>> While my rememberer is broke,
>>> And it's driving me plumb crazy
>>> And that isn't any joke.
>>>
>>> CAN YOU RELATE???

petal · 14-03-2006, 01:59 PM

Crabby Old Woman (Nev put this on earlier this year -scroll down for reply)

What do you see, nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe?

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another,

A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me, to see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing, young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour depart,
There is now a stone, where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,
And now and again, my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer . . . see ME!!

__________________________________________________ _________
Found this reply................

What do we, you ask, what do we see ?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
But there's many of you and too few of us.
We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bath you and feed you and help you to walk,
To hear of your lives and the things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son,
But time is against us, there's too much to do-
Patients too many and nurses too few.
We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
With nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear
That nobody cares now your end is so near.

But nurses are people with feelings as well,
And when we're together, you'll often hear tell
Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed,
And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said,
We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad
When we think of yours and the joy that you've had.
When the time has arrived for you to depart,
You leave us behind with an ache in our heart.

When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care,
There are other old people, and we mist be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss--
There are many of you and too few of us.

petal · 20-03-2006, 08:07 PM

I DON'T WANNA

I don't wanna do the dishes
I don't wanna do the wash
I sprinkled clothes a week ago
And now my iron is lost!
I don't wanna rattle pots
I don't wanna rattle pans
I see the mail light flashin'
I wanna chat with friends!
Oh the tables need some dustin'
and the floor could sure be mopped
But I know if I get started
there'll be no place to stop.
The closets are so full
things are falling off the shelves
I wish for cleaning fairies
and magic little elves.
They could sprinkle fairy dust
and twitch their little nose
The windows would be sparkling
I would have no dirty clothes.
Oh I know that I'm just dreamin'
My head is in the sky
I must cook that meat that's greying
and bake that apple pie.
The Hubby needs a bath
Doggy needs attention
Oh.. the other way around I mean
my brain is in suspension.
I am runnin' round in circles
I am gettin' nothin' done,
I keep thinking of my web
I am missing all the fun!
Well I know I'm not addicted
though I hear that all the time
But I guess this stuff can wait on me
Cause Today I'll Be On Line!!!

09-02-2006, 07:28 PM	#21 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	Ancestors Those Disastrous Ancestors of Mine Today we buried Great Uncle Ted 'died unexpectedly' the obituary read. How un-expected can people be, after all the old fart was a hundred and three. Great Uncle Ted's father was a hundred and seven when he popped his cloggs and went to heaven and his father before him, one hundred and one they say he died suddenly whilst cleaning his gun. He was looking down the barrel for hidden dirt "Your tea's on the table" yelled his manic wife, Gert. But he chose to ignore her, much to her dismay, so she pulled the trigger and blew him away. Great Uncle Ted's brother was Great Uncle Chuck who sold stolen goods from the back of a truck. He left two sons and a widow named Florry when the poor sod fell off the back of a lorry. Now his eldest sister was my Great Aunt Gwen and a bit of a raver when it came to men. Twelve times a night (and she wasn't dreaming), red hot in her coffin and they say shes still steaming. The youngest girl was my Great Aunt Trish, widowed eight times, they all ate poison fish. All except one, he died from a blow to the head. "Well he wouldn't eat fish" my Great Aunt Trish said. Then there was Great Aunt Nell, who had kids by the score all wrinkled and grey, she said "I will try for one more." The records are wrong, they can never be true they say she died giving birth, aged ninety two. Now my Great Uncle Dick called his son one day. "You cant marry that girl son, I'm sorry to say. Just listen to me," he begged in a whisper "Your mother don't know but that girl is your sister." Now my cousin twice removed and of little education ran to his mother in sheer desperation. "Oh mam," he cried "I'm going off my head, I can't marry that girl, she's my sister, Dad said." "There, there," said his mother "Don't you fret my boy. What I'm about to tell should bring you joy. You can marry that girl. Go on, off you go, cause your daddy aint your daddy but your daddy dont know." Tracing my ancestors was a pleasure for me although I have to admit there are some oddities. But a lot more surprises I'm sure to get I haven't even started on my mothers side yet!
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

10-02-2006, 06:57 PM	#22 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	Genealogists 23rd Psalm "The 23rd Psalm for Genealogists" Genealogy is my Pastime ... I shall not stray, It maketh me to lie down and examine half-buried Tombstones; It leadeth me into still Courthouses. It restoreth my Ancestral Knowledge; It leadeth me into the Paths of Census Records and Ships Passenger Lists for my Surnames' sake; Yes, though I wait through the Shadows of Research Libraries and Microfilm Readers, I shall fear no Discouragment, for a Strong Urge is with me. The curiosity and Motivation, they Comfort me; It demandeth preparation of Storage Space for the Aquisition of Countless Documents; It anointeth my Head with burning Midnight Oil, My Family Group Sheets runneth over. Surely Birth,Marriage and Death dates shall follow me all the Days of my Life, And I shall dwell in the House of a Family History Seeker Forever.
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

11-02-2006, 07:51 PM	#23 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	Census Taker It was the first day of census, and all through the land; The pollster was ready . . . a black book in hand. He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride; His book and some quills were tucked close by his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there; Toward the smell of fresh bread wafting up through the air. The woman was tired, with lines on her face; And wisps of brown hair she tucked back into place. She gave him some water . . . as they sat at the table; And she answered his questions . . . the best she was able. He asked of her children . . . Yes, she had quite a few; The oldest was twenty, the youngest not two. She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red; his sister, she whispered, was napping in bed. She noted each person who lived there with pride; And she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside. He noted the sex, the color, the age . . . The marks from the quill soon filled up the page. At the number of children, she nodded her head; And saw her lips quiver for the three that were dead. The places of birth she "never forgot"; Was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon . . . or not? They came from Scotland, of that she was clear; But she wasn't quite sure just how long they'd been here. They spoke of employment, of schooling and such; They could read some and write some . . . though really not much. When the questions were answered, his job there was done; So he mounted his horse and he rode toward the sun. We can imagine his voice loud and clear; "May God Bless you all for another ten years." Now picture a time warp . . . it's now you and me; As we search for the people on our family tree. We squint at the census and scroll down so slow; As we search for that entry from long, long ago. Could they only imagine on that long ago day; That the entries they made would affect us this way? If they knew, would they wonder at the yearning we feel; And the searching that makes them so increasingly real. We can hear if we listen the words they impart; Through their blood in our veins and their voice in our heart. —Author Unknown
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

12-02-2006, 02:40 PM	#24 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	Thoughts which have kept me awake nights No book is entirely perfect For errors will creep in; Sometimes wrong information is sent By someone's nearest kin. And even printers make mistakes For which they tear their hair; Sometimes two people disagree On who or what or where. It might have been the person Who wrote the history It might have been the typist, Or blame the author, me. So if you're dead before you're born, Or married when you're three, Or I've omitted anyone Who sent themselves to me. Or your last name is not your own, Your picture not too good, I ask you please forgive me I did the best I could! -Anon
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

13-02-2006, 11:57 AM	#25 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	.Diary of house husband 1). Make the beds...... What a waste of effort, we're only going to sleep in them again tonight. Forget that Scratch one. 2). Pick up dog poop in yard....... It snowed last night, I don't see any dog poop, kids do you see any dog poop ? Scratch two. 3). Drop your shirts off at the cleaners....... Duhh I'm on vacation I don't need them. Scratch three. This is easy, what's the fuss. Think I'll go on the computer for a while. 4). Clean out Tupperware cabinet....... Uhhhh that's a hard one. GOT IT, velcro on the door will keep them closed. Scratch four. 5). Mop kitchen floor..... The dog licked up that sugar spill from breakfast, floor looks clean to me. Scratch five. Good doggie go play in the yard. She just loves rolling in the snow. 6). Find something fun for the kids to do..... That tin foil in the microwave thing was kinda fun. Scratch six. This is very easy. I'll have lots of time for the computer 7). Vacuum the carpets...... That's a hard one....... Hey kids wanna have some more FUN. Scratch seven. 8). Feed kids lunch..... Hey kids, don't you have a friends house to go too? Yes sir! Scratch eight !! 9). Clean out hallway closet...... Hmmmm another hard one. That's it, take enough out of the closet to close the door. Outta sight outta mind. Hmmmm this other stuff can go under a bed. Scratch nine. Boy O Boy AM I GOOD!,!, lunch time. Pour some chili into the cracker bag & eat. Taaa daaa no lunch dishs! :-) Am I a genius or what? 10). Do laundry..... no problem I can do that while I'm on the computer Scratch ten. 11). Fold laundry..... Ya know I never noticed how many pink things this family actually wears. Gonna have to ask da little lady why she buys me pale pink underwear? Look at this cashmere barbie sweater, isn't it nice. Scratch eleven. 12) Put the laundry away.... Baskets in bedrooms work for me. Scratch twelve. This is so simple. Wonder why women always complain about house work? 13). Water the Christmas tree... Oop's!... good thing the carpet is absorbent. Scratch thirteen. 14). Grocery shopping, Buy toilet paper....... These old newspapers will do, besides, that's recycling & that's good for the earth.... Scratch fourteen. 15). Pick up the kids ...... Yeah right; we're talking about my kids here. Parents will normally pay to drop them back off. They'll be back. Scratch fifteen. Wonder who's on the computer. I have plenty of time. 16). Make dinner..... Easy, "Hello do you deliver? uhhh double that, Ya know we will need more dinner tomorrow." Scratch sixteen. 17). Clean out the dog house...... duhh the dog sleeps in our bed, Like that needs to be done. Scratch seventeen. well, that's it - all done! This stuff is a pice of cake. Still time for some more puter and a nap..... Women must complain about house work just to make us guys think they're working.
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

15-02-2006, 12:48 AM	#26 (permalink)
nanna Ancestry Aid Staff Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Liverpool, Merseyside.U.K Posts: 11,524 Total Awards: 3	RETIREMENT........... *My friend said, "You're retiring!* *Whatever will you do?* *You'll be so bored and so alone!"* *How little they all knew.* *The months have passed so rapidly* *As I've gone here and there,* *And sometimes, like the poet said* *"No time to stand and stare".* *So many people I must see* *And places still to go,* *So many places still to learn* *And many things to know.* *The days slip by, so much to do,* *(Let others laze or shirk)* *But looking back, I wonder how* *I found the time to work!* *Author Iris Hesselden.* *Nanna*

18-02-2006, 04:26 PM	#27 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	Old Grandma Shoes When I was very little All the Grandmas that I knew Were wearing the same kind Of ugly grandma shoes.. You know the kind I mean.. Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind, They just looked so very awful That it weighed upon my mind, For I knew, when I grew old, I'd have to wear those shoes, I'd think of that, from time to time It seemed like such bad news. I never was a rebel, I wore saddle shoes to school, And next came ballerinas Then the sandals, pretty cool. And then came spikes with pointed toes Then platforms, very tall, As each new fashion came along I wore them, one and all. But always, in the distance, Looming in my future, there, Was that awful pair of ugly shoes, The kind that Grandmas wear. I eventually got married And then I became a Mom Our kids grew up and left, And when their children came along, I knew I was a Grandma And the time was drawing near When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes Was what I'd have to wear. How would I do my gardening Or take my morning hike? I couldn't even think about How I would ride my bike! But fashions kept evolving And one day I realized That the shape of things to come Was changing, right before my eyes. And now, when I go shopping What I see, fills me with glee For, in my jeans and Reeboks I'm as comfy as can be. And I look at all these little girls And there, upon their feet Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes, And I really think that's neat.
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

25-02-2006, 07:10 PM	#28 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	>>> My forgetter's getting better, >>> But my rememberer is broke >>> To you that may seem funny >>> But, to me, that is no joke >>> >>> For when I'm "here" I'm wondering >>> If I really should be "there" >>> And, when I try to think it through, >>> I haven't got a prayer! >>> >>> Oft times I walk into a room, >>> Say "what am I here for?" >>> I wrack my brain, but all in vain! >>> A zero, is my score. >>> >>> At times I put something away >>> Where it is safe, but, Gee! >>> The person it is safest from >>> Is, generally, me! >>> >>> When shopping I may see someone, >>> Say! "Hi" and have a chat, >>> Then, when the person walks away >>> I ask myself, "who was that?" >>> >>> Yes, my forgetter's getting better >>> While my rememberer is broke, >>> And it's driving me plumb crazy >>> And that isn't any joke. >>> >>> CAN YOU RELATE???
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

14-03-2006, 01:59 PM	#29 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	Crabby Old Woman (Nev put this on earlier this year -scroll down for reply) What do you see, nurses? What do you see? What are you thinking when you're looking at me? A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes? Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!" Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe? Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet. A bride soon at twenty, my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep At twenty-five now, I have young of my own, Who need me to guide and a secure happy home. A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last. At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man's beside me, to see I don't mourn. At fifty once more, babies play round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing, young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I've known. I'm now an old woman and nature is cruel; 'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool. The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour depart, There is now a stone, where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells, And now and again, my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I'm loving and living life over again. I think of the years all too few, gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people, open and see, Not a crabby old woman; look closer . . . see ME!! __________________________________________________ _________ Found this reply................ What do we, you ask, what do we see ? Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee! We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss, But there's many of you and too few of us. We would like far more time to sit by you and talk, To bath you and feed you and help you to walk, To hear of your lives and the things you have done; Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son, But time is against us, there's too much to do- Patients too many and nurses too few. We grieve when we see you so sad and alone, With nobody near you, no friends of your own. We feel all your pain, and know of your fear That nobody cares now your end is so near. But nurses are people with feelings as well, And when we're together, you'll often hear tell Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed, And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said, We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad When we think of yours and the joy that you've had. When the time has arrived for you to depart, You leave us behind with an ache in our heart. When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care, There are other old people, and we mist be there. So please understand if we hurry and fuss-- There are many of you and too few of us.
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...

20-03-2006, 08:07 PM	#30 (permalink)
petal Super Member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Horncastle, Lincolnshire Posts: 8,553 Total Awards: 5	I DON'T WANNA I don't wanna do the dishes I don't wanna do the wash I sprinkled clothes a week ago And now my iron is lost! I don't wanna rattle pots I don't wanna rattle pans I see the mail light flashin' I wanna chat with friends! Oh the tables need some dustin' and the floor could sure be mopped But I know if I get started there'll be no place to stop. The closets are so full things are falling off the shelves I wish for cleaning fairies and magic little elves. They could sprinkle fairy dust and twitch their little nose The windows would be sparkling I would have no dirty clothes. Oh I know that I'm just dreamin' My head is in the sky I must cook that meat that's greying and bake that apple pie. The Hubby needs a bath Doggy needs attention Oh.. the other way around I mean my brain is in suspension. I am runnin' round in circles I am gettin' nothin' done, I keep thinking of my web I am missing all the fun! Well I know I'm not addicted though I hear that all the time But I guess this stuff can wait on me Cause Today I'll Be On Line!!!
	(AKA Mary) How beautiful it is to do nothing and rest afterwards...