The other day I received a phone call, completely out of the blue, from a very, very shy child in the Chicago area. She had been scouring the internet apparently looking for poetry and came across the below poem I had written for my mom for mother’s day quite some time ago. She began asking […]
‘Twas the evening ‘fore Christmas and all was asleep
Except for the Big Man and his reindeer peep.
They were blasting through snow clouds, delivering gifts
When Rudolph began sneezing and throwing some fits.
They jerked to the right. Then to the left.
The sled was all jostled and cracked from the heft.
Suddenly the magic that made the sleigh go,
Began pouring from the backside in a sparkly flow.
Directing the reindeer towards the first empty field
He landed that sleigh, hopped out a kneeled.
He took in the damage when the reindeer moaned,
All knew this Christmas would be postponed!
Santa was pacing, bleak and upset.
He was shivering cold and his feet were all wet.
Giving up was not him, but the sled wouldn’t fly,
‘Twas no way the reindeer could get back in the sky!
Fly Away – A Dream by Kathleen J. Shields The other morning I awoke from a fabulous neat dream. As I sat there remembering, I wondered what did it mean? It started in my childhood where I was fed and taught and cared for And followed me throughout my youth, and then went even more […]
Oh look at those shoes – oh my, they’re so cute! Look at those heels. I look so astute. The leather, the lace, the cloth and the buckles, I can’t wait to wear them – each lady chuckles. But lo – when you wear them, your head held up high. You’re feeling so proud […]
It’s early Monday morning and I’m up before the dawn, A story on my mind, gotta type but then I yawn. Coffee percolating, sleep wiped from my eyes, I settle down to start before the neighbors’ rooster cries. I’ll listen to the story playing loudly in my head, And transcribe each scene, exactly as they […]
My life was about living, every day about the same. Nothing special to report, because He didn’t know my name. I was lonely and quite hungry, though I didn’t know what for. ‘Cause I hadn’t been to church, so I didn’t know the Lord. When I did attend I went for food, friendship and to […]
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. -Robert Frost I saw this phrase the other day and immediately said, how true! I get an idea for a poem, or a message I’d like for it to portray, but it writes itself through the rhyming words […]
In a recent trip to see my grandfather I came across an old booklet on his shelf. “Portraits of Bygone Days” by Bessie J. Hemp of Frederick, Maryland self-published in a simple handmade booklet in 1973. Within it were poems she had written and desired to share with friends and family and I came across […]