Poem: Wrapped In Worries

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Wrapped In Worries

by June Nash

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Woke up today

wrapped in you

Your problems, hurts

and pains too

I do not mind

truly don’t

But I can’t help

it’s not won’t

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You’re wrapped up in 

others too

Their needs, deeds, and 

want to dos

Time to think now

of yourself

Before you waste 

your good health

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It’s not the time 

that is spent

That makes me feel 

late on rent

It’s the worry 

I embrace

Watching the qualms

that you face

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You worry too

fret and cry

About those who 

never try

Those who let you 

be their crutch

They will leave you 

without much

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So I’ll lend to you

caring ears

Even share in

salty tears

I won’t take your 

worries though

Cannot let you 

steal my glow

Poem: Seamstress

Seamstress

by June Nash

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Seamstress sits in chair

Other’s clothes repair

While dressed in old rags

Of good deeds she brags

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It tears at her heart

When they fall apart

Her family and friends

Their ailments must mend

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Takes thread from her soul

To make others whole

Creating a run

In own fabric spun

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Takes no time to darn

Repairing the harm

Stays a wee bit frayed

Her peace for theirs trade

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Until a mere rag

Across own rips sag

Seamstress sits in chair

Other’s woes repair

Poem: Ifs And Buts

Ifs And Buts

by June Nash

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If ifs and buts were fruits and nuts

If only I had enough guts

To stand up and speak honestly

About those acting greedily

How we should all be quite content

With all we have and life’s content

To help each other selflessly

And stop the crying me me me

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If ifs and buts were fruits and nuts

If only I had enough guts

To live my life as I would preach

Out to others my hands would reach

To say, not me, I need no raise

And then, of others virtues praise

To give without want of reward

Or to tally blessing points scored

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If ifs and buts were fruits and nuts

If only I had enough guts

I’d venture out and gather these

And pass them out as I would please

These nuts and fruit could feed the poor

Sated they would not ask for more

But these are only words, not deeds

Only words, but they can plant seeds

Poem: Good Daughter

Good Daughter

by June Nash

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Raised my children, now they’re grown

Husband’s passed, now on my own

Nights are quiet, days are too

Nothing left, of use, to do

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Mama, she is slowing down

How long will she be aroun’?

Afraid she’ll die, all alone

She’s a bit accident prone

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Daughter says come live with her

Didn’t want to, now not sure

I’d like to watch grandkids grow

Hate to be a burden though

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Mom nursed me when I was young

Twisted life, look how it swung

She can rest under my arm

I’ll persuade her with my charm

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As time passed, decisions made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were not always good

None knew why, nor understood

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My daughter’s sweet and caring

Won’t burden her by airing

Petty gripes about my state

Should not have come, now too late

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Gave mom our room on first floor

Husband liked things as before

Children gripe, ‘cause can’t make noise

To appease, buy both more toys

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Sweet dear, spoils the kids

Catering to husbands bids

I can help, perhaps I should

By dropping hints. That’d be good!

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Mother dear, tries to be nice

Interferes, but should think thrice

It’s my home, but whose in charge

Those little hints, getting large

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As time passed, a peace was made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

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Talked to daughter, heart to heart

Began with a bumpy start

Talked about my feelings true

Asked her advice, what to do

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Mama and me now are friends

For way we acted, made amends

When Mom watches kids it’s great

Let’s spouse and me have a date

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Safe and secure on my own

In daughters house, now my home

Never thought I’d come to stay

But glad my kids led the way

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Times were often bittersweet

When mom’s will and mine did meet

I gained a lot ‘cause she came

Though helping her was my aim

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As time passes, life must fade

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

Poem: Reposted, An old favorite, Helping Others

Helping Others In Need

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Task to do, not my own.

For good deed, will atone.

Put aside, time, effort,

With goal to help, purport.

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Own work oft neglected.

Such a chore selected!

Do your job, and my own.

Now all mine, in my zone.

Think positive, frown free

Deed not force upon me

Help, sincerely given

This help is called livin’

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Every week will set time.

Do this task, without whine.

Maybe this will help serve,

Strong habits, instill verve.

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Helping out, is my goal

Make your hurt bearable

You are tired, sick, hurt

From duties, you not shirk.

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Step in to ease your grief

Step in, my actions brief.

Things I do, do with zeal

Do these things, let you heal.

 –                          – June Nash

I am reposting some of my favorite poems.  I have written over 200 poems.  I am taking some time to reflect on them.  My goal was to write 300 poems.  I have been writing this blog for over a year and am two thirds of the way there.   I’m taking a break from writing every week.  I will repost my favorites and continue to add  new ones here and there.