Tag: Gigglinggranny
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Poem about Jumping From Rut
Jump Paths Seven seems to be the number Years ‘til routine’s torn asunder. Rips, tears, they can be seen before, Coping, but will not take much more. – People, some, they call it an itch, That which makes our ticker to twitch. I say it is time passing by Years that make us look up…
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Poem: Autumn Years
Autumn Years My back, it aches, not a bit. A lot! Drives me into fit. Get up, stretch, it does not help. Now and then, let out a yelp. – Bad fate, crippled in my prime. Though Motrin, works most the time. October trees, whose leaves fall In spring will get back them all. –…
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Poem about Being Alone
Alone Always alone, but not really. Feels so, but I’m being silly. Surrounded always, by close friends, And family. But me, who tends? – I am the rock, always steady To give a hand, always ready. Never cause worry in others Listen to their problems, druthers. – They say I’m strong, never worry That I’ll…
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Poem; The Drip Drip of A Leaky Roof
Leaky Roof Drip, Drip, water drops on my bed. Drip, Drip, exploding in my head. Roof sprung leak, sometime in the night. Can’t rest, supposed damage gives fright. – Need fix, or will only get worse. Hope repairs will not lighten purse. Friend I told gave me a number, Told me call, man is a…
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Poem: Family Tree
Family Tree Researching my family tree, Finding wondrous discovery. One cousin hung for steeling horse. ‘Nother became a judge of course. – Meeting now, cousins still alive. This part helping to feed my drive. Scan documents from long ago, This takes time, making progress slow. – Pour through documents, read entries Of history spanning centuries.…
June Nash 