I was going through the storage space, trying to find Mom's old musical programs, when I found an immense wealth of poetry from Mom's childhood and her business class, and I loved them so much that I thought I'd post them. I DID NOT WRITE ANY OF THESE. I will credit them when and where I can. Some my mom wrote herself, so yeah.... don't ever let her tell you that she isn't talented, these are adorable.
To ArmsHugs are not only nice
They're needed.
Hugs can relieve pain and depression,
Make the healthy healthier,
The happy happier,
And the most secure among us
Even more so.
Hugging feels good
Overcomes fear
Eases tension
Provides stretching excercise if you're short
And stooping exercise if you're tall.
Hugging does not upset the enviroment,
Saves heat,
And requires no special equipment.
It makes happy days happier
And impossible days possible.
-Mommy
Another DayThe longest night
Must have an end.
The darkness
Does not stay.
The world rolls around
Towards the morning of another day.
The new light
Steals in like a blessing
Bringing hope again -
To those who lie awake
A prey to worry, grief, or pain.
And so it is life
Though black moods come
And cares depress -
They pass and sunshine follows
Bringing peace and happiness.
The shadows lift
The darkness fades -
And if for faith you pray -
God always works the miracle
And sends another day.
-Mommy
Story of an Old ToothbrushMichael McGee was a widowed old gent
And he lived with his daughter, Mary.
He was old in his ways and on many a day
She found him a wee bit contrary.
Michael brushed his teeth with a very old brush
What was left of it -- nothing but stubble,
And if Mary purchased him one that was new,
She purchased a bushel of trouble.
One day Mary watched Michael brushing away,
Without Michael knowing her looking.
She noticed him kissing the old toothbrush
Wondering what in heavens was cooking.
So when Michael went out for his afternoon walk,
As he usually did every day,
Mary went to his bath and took the old brush
And deliberately threw it away.
When Michael discovered his toothbrush was gone,
Mary found him dejected and sighing.
There were tears in his eyes and to Mary's surprise,
For the first time her father was crying.
She thought it quite queer, in an effort to cheer,
She said, "I will but you another."
Then Michael embraced her and said, "Mary, dear,
That toothbrush belonged to your mother.
"When she passed away, Mary, I longed for her kiss,
So I took her toothbrush for my own.
As I used it each day, she was not far away,
In fact she was right here at home."
So Mary went searching and found the old brush,
Placed it where it would come to Dad's view.
When she saw him kissing it fondly again,
She said, "Daddy, may I kiss it, too?"
-Patrick E. Gorman
