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Discovering Christmas By: Jennifer Dees
The kids would run outside and play in the snow; I would ask myself “Will they ever know?” Every year Christmas came, and every year it was the same, They would eat candy day and night, On Christmas morning what a sight! The cookies would come as a surprise, and disappear before my eyes, They would open the presents without much delay, that time would go by without much to say, Each one was excited to see what they got, and never quite happy with what I had bought, They would be giggling in the night, without ever letting me turn off the light, They would pretend to sleep when I came near, and wait for Santa Claus to appear, When asked what Christmas truly meant, one would say how much was spent, Another would tell me what Santa Claus brought, or finding the presents without getting caught, It was time to talk, that much I knew, they needed to learn before Christmas was through, So I told them all, everyone, when I was younger, it wasn’t so fun: “I remember the days when I was a kid, everyone was grateful for the things that I did, I had not many presents or sweets; I didn’t get those kinds of treats” They would say “Were you being bad? Did you push kids around and make them all sad?” “No I did not, and that is the thing, it wasn’t the gifts Santa would bring, It was being nice and acting good, I kept a promise just like I should,” They laughed and said “So that is all you put on your list?” “No, I asked that the true meaning of Christmas would never be missed, I asked for a family and kids I could love, I asked for a blessing, a gift from above, I wished for health, with a job that would keep us going, and my children to grow up, forever always knowing, Christmas isn’t only a time for presents and toys, not for the wanting girls and boys, But to love and to cherish, and to care, I asked for God’s blessings everywhere.” They were silent with amazement; I had finally gotten through, I asked if they wanted to know what else was true, All in agreement, we sat by the tree, together; they would listen to me, “Up in heaven, the angels would sing, for Christ was born, our newborn king…” ~ Written by: Jennifer JoRae Dees (Jennifer wrote " Discovering Christmas" in 2008 at the age of 15.)
DECEITFUL SPRING
Spring comes knocking at our door
We bid her welcome in.
While winter, standing just behind
Tries to hide a grin.
We lay aside our winter wraps
We even make our garden.
When winter steps forth again
Not even asking pardon.
With cruel icy fingers
He takes us by the ear.
You can rush the work of man along But not the seasons of the year.
To my Pet Magpie Jake
by Mary Louisa Powell Lowe
Why do people hate you so And call you such a
pest? They drive you from your native haunts and
destroy your young and nests. I know not what your life may be while roaming
wild and free, But you have been a gentle bird while living
here with me. I rescued you from two bad boys. You were too
weak to walk. They said that they would split your tongue and
teach you how to talk. But I just nursed you back to health and
shielded you from harm, And you've repaid me many times as we strolled
around the farm. ‘Tis hard to believe the great amount of insects
you would kill I've watched you catch and bury them when you
had had your fill. And when I lost my favorite brooch all set with
pearls so neat ‘Twas you who found it in the grass and dropped
it at my feet. ‘Tis you who called the chickens in and laughed
as at a joke. There is no music in your voice,
just a rough uncultured croak.
Faith Will Set Me Free
~ Written by: Jennifer JoRae Dees (Jennifer wrote "Faith will set me free" in 2005 at the age of 12)
Beneath the willow tree She placed it gently in his hand He was barely 6 you see The springtime rain had sprinkled
dew He reached down and made a
ring The stars all twinkled up above They carved a heart upon a branch
As autumn winds began to blow They pledged their love forever
true A family now they had become with ponytails and bubblegum The days soon swiftly turned to
years She gazed into his loving eyes The winter sun set in the west
A Grownup Today?
Hey! Hey! Hey! I hear you say, you wanna be a grownup today, Well you can't run as fast and your hearing doesn’t always last, You don't have a birthday party, but if you do be sure and invite me, Ya! Don't you see, you have to go to work, you don't have time to play, Hey! Hey! Did I hear you say you wanna be a grownup today, well you have to clean your house and you got to watch out for a sneaky little mouse, Hey! Hey! Did I hear you say you wanna be a grownup today, well ok, but you got to deal with children too, ha! That go you! By: Jennifer JoRae Dees Jennifer wrote "A Grownup Today" in October 2004 at the age of 11.
1 / 1 / 2000
Ray to
Lois
As time goes on and events are gone, Things we feel and hear and see; We would like to go back; Ah but a-lack; they are now only memory. But places and things and human beings Are still in the heart and mind. And if we could measure all of our pleasure, Memories are the best we would find. ------------- I think I'll go back on my memory track To see what I can see; Here my memory is hazy or a little lazy, I think it gets that from me. Ah, there is a light; Now it gets bright, Though it's focus is not too clear. But it's the first I see and the closest to me, It's my wonderful Mother so dear. I'll turn forward the clock; Look coming up the walk, I must hurry and comb my hair; You ask "Who is it that has came to visit?" Well it's Lois coming there. Yes it's Lois Jean, My childhood Queen; I hoped it would always be Lois and Ray; But it was my love that she gave a shove Whenever Dick came walking her way. It was awful to see when she rejected me And I thought I would loose the fight; But there was always hope that with him I could cope. And become her favorite. I think it's things like notes on strings That make her seem so near; I hope she does remember just after each December; Our kisses for the New Year. We had secrets, She and I; It was only She who knew I could fly; That Dick could try in vain. And it was I alone, no one else had known That she is Lois Lane. Sometimes we took a chance, The place we went to dance; The law may not think it fair. How I admired her face in that "dark secret" place, too bad others were there. When my Lois does marry, who will be the one to carry her away? And when she is grown will her character be known?, Will it continue to change or stay? When she tied the knot, the man she got She said is like a Prince of way back when; And my happiness was told when her "blue moon" turned to gold, To think, it might have "Ben". I used to worry that some day, we would drift away; And at times that day seemed near; When her personality would change to the extremes of it's range, Or when myself, a nascence, would appear. But in recent days that's not the scene: Everything is serin. I long to see her on the walk to my house; I'd hurry and comb me hair, Then I'd welcome her there; As would the Trio be welcomed by Mystery Mouse. ------------ I am not a poet, as you can tell; I did not write this very well. I'm afraid my best are lines like these; But please accept it from cousin Ray; It is only meant to say, Thank you for the memories. Elden Ray Lowe Ray wrote this poem for Lois Jean Bartholomew in the mid 60's
Something
New
Everyday I look and see something new that's meant to be. Everyday there's something new. Its either happy, ok or blue. New flowers might of been planted in the ground. Creating a garden all around. Someone could make up a new game to play. Somebody could make up a new language to say. Whatever is new try to make the best of it everyday. By: Jennifer JoRae Dees
What was I before I was born.
~A MOTHERS PRAYER~
A precious spirit from above,
I'll try to keep him safe and warm,
Children will come to you in part...
They'll come to you both big and small,
You'll need to comfort, calm their fears,
Unlike a skinned and bandaged knee,
So shelter , feed, and keep them warm,
I cannot say how long they'll stay...
They'll put your patience to the test,
"Thank you Lord, your wish fulfill...
With that the Lord then did depart,
I only hope that I can be...
To stand before Him meek and mild,
Mothers Day "2000"
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