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My Father

Dad

Hunter

Fisherman

Veggie grower

Father of five girls

World War Two Veteran

Millwright at Bethlehem Steel  

He would fall asleep at picnics

Called us Smokey, Sam or Sassafras

Said arigatou instead of thank you

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Mom

Mom was a loving, busy sort.

She “redd up” houses just for sport.

I’m one of five girls, I  report.

Her time fell short, her time fell short.

She cleaned and cooked all through the year.

She mowed and gardened, hunted deer.

She soothed and calmed each daughter’s fear.

Her love shone clear, her love shone clear.

Black hair, red lips, she looked so fine.

Compassion, kindness all entwined.

I sure do miss that mom of mine.

The ties that bind, the ties that bind.

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Spring Elves

(Minute)

The day’s so dreary birds won’t sing.

I sit and dream

and wish and think

while tea, I drink.

The calendar does promise spring.

But snow’s the thing.

I wonder how

will spring come now?

What magic will make spring appear?

Will elves dance here

and paint the scene

their art of green?

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Childhood Magic

(Kyrielle)

I bundle up in my warm coat

And wrap my scarf around my throat.

I walk in snow, my mind replays

the magic of my childhood days.

All weather called us each outside.

And as I walk I feel alive.

And I’ll dream of, while the snow stays,

the magic of my childhood days.

We’d sled in winter, bike in spring.

In summer swim, fall leaves we’d fling.

We had our fun in many ways,

the magic of my childhood days.

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The Magic in My Life

(abracadabra)

I’m prone to live by fleeting fear and whim—

whatever feels right and good at the time.

The magic in my life is Jesus Christ.

With God, all things are possible in Him.

When loud emotions bump this way and that,

His Word will steady me when all seems grim.

My strength’s beyond what I can do myself.

When stresses of the day make life look dim,

He helps me see the reason and the rhyme.

The magic in my life is Jesus Christ.

With peace and joy, He fills me to the brim.  

PAD countdown 26-6 Quiet

The Artist

(English Madrigal)

The artist paints the lake’s serenity.
He lingers to capture the last of light.

He works till he gets shapes and colors right. 

Its secrets seem to be his destiny.
Thoughts wander deeply in the scene’s delight.
The artist paints the lake’s serenity.
He lingers to capture the last of light.

He holds his breath, he sees with clarity,
As colors turn to magic at the sight.
His eyes perceive more than most people’s might.
The artist paints the lake’s serenity.

He lingers to capture the last of light.
He works till he gets shapes and colors right. 

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Quiet Days

(lai)

Since he’s gone away,

It’s quiet all day.

No noise.

With nothing to say

Was loudly at play

With toys.

But he couldn’t stay.

So no more melee.

Past joys.