A child's first puppy

In a world where innocence and joy do meet,
Where laughter dances and tiny hearts beat,
A child's world adorned with wonder and glee,
Unveiling treasures for eager eyes to see.

And in this radiant tapestry so grand,
A precious tale, by fate's guiding hand,
Of a child's first encounter, so profound,
With a loyal friend, a pup so astound.

Oh! Picture, if you may, a scene divine,
Where love and adventure so brightly shine.
A fluffy ball of fur, eyes shining bright,
An enchanting moment, a pure delight.

A symphony of giggles fills the air,
As tiny fingers brush through silken hair,
Soft yelps of joy echo through the space,
As puppy kisses land on a cherub face.

With each passing day, their bond grows strong,
Through playful games and lullabies' sweet song.
A language unspoken, a connection pure,
As trust and devotion forever endure.

Through secret hideouts and explorations wild,
They venture together, like an innocent child.
Through meadows and forests, hand in paw,
Unveiling nature's wonders with awe.

Puppy's mischievous antics, a source of cheer,
The child's guide and guardian, always near.
In each other's presence, they find solace true,
A love that blossoms, vibrant and anew.

And as time's chapters unfold, ever so fleet,
The child's heart learns a lesson so sweet.
That joy resides in shared moments, so rare,
With a faithful companion, always there.

So embrace this tale, this marvel divine,
Of a child's first puppy, a love so fine.
For in their union, dreams truly arise,
And a lifetime of love finds its paradise.

A cute little baskett of kittens

In a world of fluffy dreams, where innocence persists,
There rests a charming sight, to soothe the troubled wrists,
A basket, gentle woven, with love and care bestowed,
Housing tiny bundles, where purest hearts have flowed.

Soft whispers of their purrs, like lullabies serene,
A harmony of fur and grace, a haven yet unseen,
Embraced by playful mischief, they dance upon the paws,
With eyes that gleam like diamonds, igniting silent applause.

The first, a timid tabby, with stripes of ebony,
A seeker of adventure, forever wild and free,
Bounding through the meadows, chasing sunbeams as they glide,
Leaving trails of joy, wherever tiny paws decide.

Beside him, a calico, adorned in coats of gold,
A tapestry of colors, in her warmth, secrets are told,
With grace, she moves through shadows, a regal, mystic queen,
Her spirit dances softly, in a realm yet unforeseen.

And nestled in the corner, a tuxedo, black and white,
A scholar of tranquility, observing day and night,
With eyes as deep as oceans, reflecting cosmic realms,
He whispers ancient stories, in silent, tender helms.

A ginger bundle nestled closely, warming hearts so true,
With fiery sparks of mischief, and curiosity anew,
Exploring undiscovered realms, with a fearless heart untamed,
Leaving trails of smiles, wherever his bright spirit claimed.

Completing this enchantment, a Siamese, serene,
Her eyes, pools of wisdom, where tranquility is seen,
She weaves a spell of solace, with a gentle, soothing touch,
Inviting weary souls, into her calming clutch.

Oh, how this precious basket, adorned with love's embrace,
Whispers tales of innocence, and each kitten's special grace,
A symphony of wonder, in this sanctuary divine,
A cute little baskett of kittens, where love forever shines.

A fathers working hands

In a humble abode, where love resides,
There toils a man with hands so wise,
Weathered and worn, by countless years,
A testament to the hardships he bears.

In mornings' first light, when dawn unveils,
The world awakening, as daylight prevails,
He rises, with purpose, his mission clear,
To provide, to protect, with fatherly cheer.

His hands, like warriors, wield tools of might,
Crafting dreams from morn to night,
With hammer and saw, he builds their realm,
Creating shelter, where memories overwhelm.

With strength and precision, his touch profound,
He molds the world, with hands so sound,
From sturdy foundation to roofs that peak,
Each structure stands, a testament unique.

But his hands serve more than construction's task,
For in their touch, a loving father unmask,
Through gentle caress, they soothe life's ails,
Whispering comfort, in every detail.

From fragile newborns to children grown,
His hands guide them, through paths unknown,
They offer solace, when tears cascade,
Embracing tightly, a haven home-made.

These hands, collectors of stories untold,
Of scraped knees healed, and wisdom bold,
Through triumph and failure, they never cease,
To nurture, to guide, and offer release.

Oh, the tales these hands could tell,
Of battles fought, and victories quell,
Yet, modestly humble, they carry on,
Unyielding heroes, from dusk till dawn.

So let us praise the father's hands,
With their steadfast strength, no demand withstands,
For in their touch, we find solace deep,
An eternal bond, forever we keep.

A HAND

Little hand so very small,
Little fingers curled around to grasp it all!
Tiny hand that pulls and tugs
For food, for attention, for hundreds of hugs.
A small hand held tightly in the big hand to cross a busy street.
A hand reaching out expectantly for just yet one more treat?
A hand busy with toy after toy.
A hand drawing pictures full of sorrow and joy.

A hand that begins to cook and bake.
A hand within a hand walking by the lake.
A hand that massages away the stress and pain.
A hand that diligently helps others to gain.
A hand that holds a newborn child.
A hand so loving, so gentle so mild.
A hand with such a gentle loving touch.
A hand so strong and gives so much.

A hand that is in dishes all day long.
A hand folding clothes from dusk till dawn.
A hand that cleans and knows no rest.
A hand holding a baby against her breast.
Hands that clap and throw a ball.
Hands that drive the teens to the mall.
Hands that point and teach .
Hands that encourage others to grow and reach.
A hand full of wisdom, kindness, and love.
A hand so glad to do God's will from above.

A hand that punches and hits and beats.
A hand that is unfriendly to everyone they meet.
A hand that just takes and takes.
A hand that hurts and breaks.
A hand with no kindness, no love, no care,
A hand that is willing to take on the worst dare.
A hand that steals and will not share.
A hand that becomes your worst nightmare.

What is your hand my friend?
Does your hand give or spend?
Do your hand bring smiles and laughter everywhere?
Can your hands melt away the coldest stare?
Does your hand bring safety all day and night?
Can your hand break up the worst type of fight?
Is your hand reaching out to give comfort and love.
Is your hand doing the will of God from above.

A house is not a home without a dog and his bone

In a world of bricks and stone,
Where memories are gently sown,
There lies a truth, so sweetly known,
A house is not a home alone.

Amidst the laughter and the tears,
Beyond the worries, the doubts, the fears,
There stands a friend, with wagging cheers,
A dog, his bone, through countless years.

With eyes that sparkle, filled with glee,
A loyal heart, as vast as the sea,
A furry soul, so wild and free,
A dog, his bone, completes life's symphony.

Oh, the bond that weaves, like threads of gold,
Through tales untold, their spirits unfold,
As shadows dance, in stories old,
A house is not a home, truth be told.

For when the day turns dark and gray,
When troubles loom, and hopes astray,
A dog, his bone, will light the way,
Guiding us through life's disarray.

With each slobbery lick, a love profound,
With every bark, a joy resound,
A canine companion, forever bound,
Together, forever, we astound.

Through muddy paws upon the floor,
And chewed up toys, scattered galore,
Their presence warms, forevermore,
A house transformed, to so much more.

So let us celebrate, this bond divine,
A house adorned with paw prints, so fine,
For a dog, his bone, intertwines,
Creating a place where hearts align.

In every tail wag, a story untold,
In every sniff, a love to behold,
A house is not just bricks and mold,
Without a dog, his bone, it's cold.

A Journey of Sweetness and Dreams

In the world of dreams, where fantasies reside,
A maiden turns sixteen, her heart open wide.
She stands on the precipice of life's grand parade,
With dreams as her compass, a future yet unswayed.

Like candy-coated clouds, her hopes take to the sky,
Each one a sweet promise, ready to amplify.
Her eyes sparkle with wonder, her smile pure and bright,
As she embraces this day, her soul taking flight.

Celebrations commence, with laughter and delight,
Friends and family gather, filled with love so bright.
The room adorned with roses, petals soft like silk,
The air is filled with joy, as sweet as mother's milk.

She blows out the candles, their flames dancing high,
Wishes whispered silently, reaching for the sky.
Each flicker of the flame, a chance to start anew,
To chase her aspirations, to make her dreams come true.

With every passing year, she'll navigate the world,
Guided by courage, her spirit swiftly whirled.
But in this moment, she holds tightly to her youth,
A tranquil pause, a celebration of truth.

For sixteen years have flown, like birds in the spring,
Each one a chapter, a symphony to sing.
A tapestry of memories, woven with pure love,
Creating her story, written from high above.

So let us raise a toast, to her sweetest of days,
May happiness surround her, in every single way.
A journey lies before her, filled with highs and lows,
But she's armed with resilience, as her spirit clearly shows.

Oh, sweet sixteen, embrace this wondrous age,
Like a butterfly in bloom, step onto life's stage.
Let dreams be your armor, kindness in your stride,
And know that you are loved, forever by our side.

A legacy of Love

In an overcrowded busy chaotic world
Two people find themselves apart from the rest.
It starts with a smile, a wave, a nod to one another.
A polite but shy, "How do you do?"
A few timid words becomes a fountain of words.
A shy giggle becomes a belly laugh.
A secret wink becomes a code that they only know how to decipher.

They can finish each other's thoughts, say the same exact words together.
They sing like songbirds, both in harmony.
Time stands still only for these two lovebirds.
Just those two unique beings have made a place only for themselves
Very soon, everyone knows them as one.

In the midst of God, family and friends, they make their vows to be together come what may.
He is so proud to have a wife of his own to cherish, provide for, protect and give all his time and attention to.
She is overwhelmed with the joy of being his Mrs. and being the only one who can prepare his meals, make his home a lovely haven and be by his side.
Soon there is much excitement as they wait for that final day to hold God's precious gift...
a newborn baby.

As years go by, more gifts from above are gentlly placed in their arms.
Despite all the difficulties and hardships in life,
Two unique people stand by one another and do their very best day after day after day.
Week after week, month after month, year after year.
They work hard to provide for their growing blessings
They strive to bring God's teachings in everything they do.
They work hard all day long and come home to much more work.
even sometimes till late into the midnight hours.
United, hand in hand, they stand come what may.

Through their love, through their constant sacrifices
They leave a legacy behind that only the ones that are under them can ever appreciate and understand.
They are the wise foundation that has kept a family going strong.
They leave behind their evidence of love, laughter and joy.
They leave a legacy of love, a legacy of hope, faith, prayer, and family.

A lone in the dark it breaks my heart

A lone in the dark, it breaks my heart,
A soul adrift, torn apart.
In shadows deep, I wander lost,
Amidst the silence, tempest tossed.

A starless night, no moon above,
The absence of light, an empty cove.
Each step I take, echoes resound,
Through barren land, where hope is drowned.

But still, a flicker within me burns,
A spark of courage, a light that yearns.
To guide me through this pitch-black abyss,
With steadfast faith and unwavering bliss.

I navigate this desolate space,
With introspection, I seek solace.
Embracing solitude, I dare to find,
The beauty hidden within my mind.

Oh, gentle echoes of bygone days,
Whispered secrets amidst night's haze,
They weave a tapestry, rich and grand,
Of memories formed by fate's own hand.

In darkness, shadows dance and sway,
A theatrical performance, they convey,
Lessons learned from life's daunting art,
As resilience blossoms within my heart.

I'm not alone in this obscure plight,
For countless souls have walked this night.
Their footsteps echo, a symphony of pain,
Yet unity emerges as we break the chain.

In poetic verses, inked with grace,
I find solace in this ethereal space.
Words become the lanterns, guiding my way,
As I navigate the night, come what may.

So fear not, dear traveler, in darkest hour,
For strength lies dormant, like a hidden power.
Embrace the solitude, the whispers profound,
And let your heart's light abundantly abound.

A mothers dreams for her new born baby

In dreams I see a world unfold,
A future rich with stories to be told,
Where skies of azure paint a hopeful view,
A mother’s dreams for her child anew.

Like gentle whispers on a breeze,
My hopes and wishes dance with ease,
Through starlit nights and golden days,
A tapestry of love my heart surveys.

With tender touch and gentle sway,
I cradle dreams that light the way,
For this precious life I hold so dear,
An endless source of joy and cheer.

Oh, little one, with eyes so bright,
A beacon in the darkest night,
May you find strength when days are tough,
And rise above all hardships rough.

I dream that you shall know no bounds,
A bird whose spirit freely sounds,
Your wings unfurled, ready to soar,
As destiny knocks upon your door.

May wisdom guide each choice you make,
And grace surround you when you wake,
May laughter fill your every day,
And courage lead you on your way.

In dreams, I see a world aglow,
Where kindness blossoms and love will grow,
A world of unity and peace,
Where hatred and prejudice surely cease.

And as I watch you sleep so sound,
These dreams in my heart are firmly bound,
For you, my love, I'll always pray,
That dreams come true in every way.

For as you take those first few steps,
I'll be there to catch you if you fall,
To hold your hand when skies turn gray,
And wipe your tears when sorrows call.

So dream, my child, dream big and wide,
For within your heart, true dreams reside,
And know that in this vast expanse,
You have a mother's love, forever in advance.

A mothers praying hands

In the still of the night, when stars gently gleam,
There sits a figure, a vision, a dream.
A mother's praying hands, adorned with grace,
Enveloped in reverence, in this sacred space.

Each finger, a pillar of strength and care,
Softly caressing strands of silvery hair.
Her gentle touch, a balm for troubled souls,
A beacon of hope, where despair unfolds.

In the palms of her hands, fervent prayers reside,
Whispered words to a God she onners, she confides.
With each breath, she exhales her deepest pleas,
For guidance, protection, and soothing ease.

Her touch is not only felt upon her own,
But all who seek solace, feeling lost and alone.
She extends her love, like ripples on the sea,
Reaching far and wide, touching you and me.

Her hands are a canvas, a tapestry divine,
Painted with love, steadfastness, and time.
Woven with patience, resilience, and care,
A testament to all the burdens she bears.

Oh, these praying hands, a source of strength untold,
A sanctuary for weary hearts to behold.
They embody sacrifice, selflessness, and light,
Guiding us through darkness, towards what's right.

So let us honor and cherish these hands so fair,
And the love and devotion they tenderly share.
For within their grasp, miracles take root,
Nurtured by a mother's unwavering pursuit.

In the stillness of night, as moonbeams dance,
Weaved together in song, our spirits enhance.
For the power of prayer, in a mother's hands,
Unleashes a force that eternally expands.

A mothers touch

In the world of tender love, a touch bestowed,
A mother's hands, by heavens grace they glow.
They cradle and caress with warmth, gentle and slow,
Guiding us through life, like a gentle river's flow.

With fingertips that hold immense power,
They nurture, protect, and in difficult times empower.
A mother's touch, a soothing balm to heal,
Can mend our wounds, even the deepest ones concealed.

Like fine silk, her fingers trace our weary faces,
Erasing worries and leaving naught but traces,
Of comfort and solace, in her tender embrace,
Where love is woven, creating a divine space.

Her touch speaks volumes, though it may be silent,
A language understood, a connection so resilient.
With each stroke, she imparts a love so profound,
Through fingertips, a symphony of love is found.

With a gentle touch, she tames our stormy seas,
Calming our fears, setting our minds at ease.
Her hands speak love in whispers, soft and sweet,
Carrying us through life’s journey, steady and fleet.

A mother's touch, an instrument of grace and care,
A beacon of hope, always willing to share,
A touch that lingers in our hearts forever,
A precious gift, a treasure to endeavor.

So let us cherish, the touch of a mother's hand,
For in its gentle caress, we truly understand,
That love can transcend words and time,
And through her touch, eternal love shall shine.

A Musical Note

In the realm of melodies bound
Where the symphony's soul is found
Lies a muse in ethereal glee
A note that dances harmoniously

A stroke upon a golden string
Or pressed with tender grace, we sing
Its resonance unfolds in the air
Creating beauty beyond compare

As it floats upon the gentle breeze
Caressing ears with sweetest ease
An echo of divine design
A whisper from the grandest vine

It travels through the vast expanse
Like a shimmering star's cosmic dance
Engaging hearts in its sonorous play
Guiding souls on their melodic way

With each note, a story is told
Of love, of loss, of heroes bold
Through soaring highs, and somber lows
The note speaks truths that music bestows

Its rhythmic pulse, like a beating heart,
Ignites emotions, sets them apart
Transcending barriers, breaking through walls
This musical note, it enthralls

With artful measure and delicate sound
A symphony's pulse in each note is found
Through stanzas woven by skilled hands
A tapestry of notes forever stands

So let us marvel, embrace this gift
This melodic note, tender and swift
For in its resonance, we find our home
A harmonious journey, where we'll never roam.

A NEW BEGINNING

My heart has been torn apart.
My days are so lonely and dark.
How do I even know where to start?
Where is that hope, that morning lark?

To start or not...
Should I get on these wobbly feet?
To seek for that golden pot.
Can I really stand the heat?

Who am I anyway?
Can I even trust my crazy thoughts?
Should I take anyone's advice?
How can I make it from day to day?

The tears still come and go.
There is no end to this overflow!
How do I get on with my life?
I hurt so much now that I am no longer a wife?

Oh god, how to I even begin to try to start?
How do I find that new self, that new part?
How do I learn to laugh once again?
How do I ignore this horendous pain?

I know it is time for me to move on now.
But God how, just show me how?
I am afraid of the many unknowns that I face!
Oh God, hold me, give me your wisdom, give me your grace!

A new day, a new start
A new adventure in their heart.
A purpose to smile
Even when they push through that last deserted mile.
A new desire a new will
A freedom in climbing that new hill.

Hands thrown up into the air
Joyous laughter that screams, "We just don't care!"
A new silliness a new joy
A renewed girl, a God abiding boy.
In love, in joy, in sweet forever.
Hand in hand they walk together.

They make new memories and throw the old ones away.
Together they stand on God's promises night and day.
They have a new hope, a new Godfilled joy.
Their desire is for one precious girl, one silly boy.
God united them in love and peace.
Their troubles fade away, their blessings increase.

Great expectation flows through their hearts!
They are so happy to have this new ministry, a brand new start.
They love to serve God night and day.
They know in all things, they give thanks and pray.
Side by side they stand in awe
Gladly they answer God's wonderous call.

A new chapter?

The very first moment that turned intoÿ hours than days then weeks then months.
The hesitation, the timid smile
the butterflies in your stomach.
The hope, the desire
Your life complete your heart so full.
You are walking on sunshine, floating in love like the clouds in the sky.

You wait for his text, his email, his call.
You admire him for his patience, his gentleness as he waits for your undivided attention.
You marvel at how he knows your thoughts,
How he seems to understand you without you saying a word.
He can bring out the best in you.
You depend on his constant checking up on you,
his words of encouragement, his complete love just for you.
You don't want the conversations to end...

You ever so slightly allow yourself to peek into the windows of love.
You slowly let him into your heart, into your soul...
You lower your defenses and take a leap of faith.
You slowly begin to allow yourself to depend on his knowledge, his prayers, his thoughts.
You open up your heart and begin to hope that there is a new beginning once again.
You begin to have hope that the loneliness is no longer your companion for life.

then, you begin to think and ponder and wonder in your heart...
Does he really mean what he says or are you just yet another lady in his life?
How many other ladies has heard these words of love and adoration?
Will he even really miss you once your time is gone from this earth?
Does he really mean all he says or is it a way to get to your heart?
Is it really love or lust he has for you?
Where does he really fit in your life?
Will it work or is there too many broken strands in your life to even give it a try?
Are you moving too fast?
Is this real love or just needing someone by your side?

You battle these thoughts day and night.
Will it work?ÿ does he love me?ÿ Does he not?
Is there enough of you to start over once again?
Can your heart learn to open up and blossum withÿ a new love, a new joy, a new hope?
Can you let go enough of the past to pick up your future?

you realize he has brought back a ray of hope
He has touched and revived love once again.
You desire to make him proud of you, to make the home you share a sweet safe haven.
You enjoy buying for him, doing little things that brings a smile to his face.
Youÿ cherish his endearment, his laughter at your silliness.
He fills your lonely nights with laughter and thoughts of joy.

You long for his touch, his hand on your body, being curled up beside him.
You lay in bed at peace knowing he is there by your side as you listen to him sleep.
You can listen to love songs once again and really appreciate the words from the singer.
You enjoy the moments of peace with his hand in yours and not a word has to be said.
You enjoy having coffee together while chit chatting about everything.

You hope and pray he feels the same way but you just don't know....
What does he really think while you are gone?
what goes through his mind while you lay sleeping?
What thoughts of the past does he keep away from you?
Is he in this marriage really because of love or just for convenience.
Where are all the texts, the emails, the messages, the phone calls?
Has he already gotten so used to you?
Are you still his comfort, his priority?
Have you been put on the shelf for sometime tomorrow?

Oh where does it really go from here?
Will he be by your side until the end, holding your hand and watching you grow old?
Has he already stopped loving you that quickly?
Do you mean the same to him as you did 6 months ago?
the hurt that has been said, that has been shared...
Can bandaids heal the slashes, the deep deep wounds?
Ohÿ where does it go from here?

A plethora of things does the forest bring

In the heart of nature's enchanting embrace,
Where the whispers of wind adorn each space,
There lies a haven, a vibrant abode,
A lush realm where secrets are bestowed.

A plethora of things does the forest bring,
A symphony of life that makes the heart sing,
Where sunlight dances on each leaf and vine,
And ancient trees stand tall in perfect line.

Majestic oaks, guardians of the land,
With branches reaching high, they proudly stand,
Their roots delve deep into earth's nurturing soil,
As they bask in nature's eternal toil.

Through dappled light, moss-covered stones gleam,
As if whispering tales of forgotten dreams,
And mushrooms sprout like mystical gems,
Creating an ethereal world, a realm of whims.

The forest floor, adorned with ferns so green,
Invites you to wander and be serene,
As fragrant blossoms with their colors collide,
Perfuming the air, a sweet, caressing tide.

Creatures big and small shimmer through the trees,
Inhabiting this magical sanctuary with ease,
From humble rabbits hopping in delight,
To soaring eagles, an everlasting flight.

Every step taken is bound with surprise,
As gentle breezes awaken in our eyes,
And as we roam this vibrant wilderness,
We become one with nature's tender caress.

For in the forest, ancient wisdom dwells,
Unlocking secrets, stories that it tells,
A place of refuge, where minds can find peace,
And worries and sorrows finally cease.

So let's embrace the forest's gentle sway,
And let its wonders guide us every day,
For it is here that we can truly be,
Connected to nature's eternal decree.

Thus, in this realm of beauty and grace,
We discover our own innate place,
A plethora of things the forest brings,
A symphony of life, where harmony sings.

A poem called Joy

In worlds of bliss, where shadows fade,
Where sunlit fields in laughter sway,
There blooms a whimsical serenade,
A melody that dances, no matter what happens.
It whispers soft in every breeze,
A symphony of laughter and delight,
It paints the world with hues that please,
And bathes our souls in pure light.
Joy, a graceful traveler on life's map,
Guiding hearts through stormy seas,
Unfolding dreams in life's own lap,
And filling all with gentle ease.
Its touch, a balm for weary souls,
A soothing salve for every pain,
With open arms, it welcomes and consoles,
And mends the broken with its gentle rain.
In joyful moments, time stands still,
As jubilant notes cascade and play,
With leaps and bounds, our spirits thrill,
And worries vanish, far away.
Its essence, like a vibrant firework's bloom,
Explodes with fervor, in a wondrous show,
Dispelling darkness, dispelling gloom,
Infusing life with a radiant glow.
Through gilded meadows, joy skips along,
Leaving laughter in its sparkling trail,
In harmony with nature's sweetest song,
It weaves the fabric of a joyful tale.
So let us seek this everlasting treasure,
Embrace its warmth, its vibrant cheer,
For joy, a catalyst of boundless pleasure,
It is always there when we draw it near.