HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS We’re greeted at first By dads outdoor lights Then moms stockings and tree Such a beautiful sight! Raw eggs in our nog We drink without fear The eggnog won’t kill us It brings Christmas cheer! Then there’s Mom and Dad’s gifts …
Month: December 2009
This poem was a strugglethe words would not comeour efforts were doubledthen words came by ones “chocolate” and “gifts” and “cake”came to mind“frosting”, “candles”, “keepsakes”came behind now seven more wordsto give you a liftHappy Birthday, Dear Birdenjoy your gift!
you fly jets, you fly props, and even a broom
and you certainly know how to light up a room
some think you’re crazy, but that’s not what we say
you just love life, hard at work, hard at play
we’ll miss you this christmas, and in the new year
and we’ll be sure to toast you, with holiday cheer
what’s most desired, for what do we yearn?
our family’s good health, and for your safe return.
Tios Franke & Colleen