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FIRST HALLOWEEN APART
The end of October, thought Henry with glee
Scary ghost stories for Rebecca and me
But she had grown up now and had a date that same night
Not knowing the meaning it scared him with fright
EXPLAINING THE STORY
Rebecca moved into her new home late today
Being just nine, she wanted to play
Her bedroom upstairs was not her first choice
Up the staircase she went, when she heard a small voice
She jumped into bed, under the blanket she went
The tears close behind, from the eyes they were sent
A small voice was heard 'Little girl, what is wrong?'
The voice was so gentle, more like a song
Rebecca sat up to see who was there
A spirit, an angel, with bright golden hair
'My name is Henry, and this was my room'
She almost felt better, and not full of doom
'How did you get here, and where do you live?'
Rebecca ask Henry, with caring and give
'I will tell you tomorrow when there is more rest.
But now you must lay down and think of the best.'
They had no idea, their friendship would grow
Their stories of future, the highs and the low
But for now these two children would peacefully sleep
Dreams full of splendor, in their minds slowly creep
The story will go on for decades to come
This friend ship of two, slowly merged into one
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Up the stairs came Rebecca her face all a glow
Thinking of Dane, he was her first beau
Henry came into her room with a smile
He told her of children all dressed up in style
Some he said sweetly, were not scary at all
But others he ran from and was hurt from a fall
But Rebecca was not listening to his talking ways
Her hands with its ring, in the air how it sways
She finally looked over to Henry and stared
She needed to listen and show that she cared
She realized his feelings were hurt and let down
She noticed his face from a smile to a frown
Poor Henry still nine and a child filled with fun
Had only Rebecca, his friend and his sun
So they sat on the floor and she listened with thought
How happy this made him, her attention he sought
They carved the fat pumpkin the face was a sight
Rebecca and Henry watched it glow till midnight
So that night would end and as usual indeed
With each one just knowing of the others real need
Rebecca and Henry, their lives would take turns
Leaving memories behind, in their hearts slowly burn
Thank you Sue
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(The Musings of an Old Soul)
Don't patronize me and remind me
Of how very old my age,
Don't smile knowingly and nod,
As if you can gauge my stage.
Often times I quite forget
How really old I am,
'Till someone comes along and says,
"You're doing what? At your age, Ma'am!"
Woops! What am I thinking of?
I must have just forgot,
Old folks are s'posed to sit and rock,
And rock, and rock, and rock.
Oh, sure I need help from time to time,
As so do you, young friend,
But I've also learned to do without,
So please don't condescend.
My peers often drive me crazy,
But that's my problem; it's not yours,
I do the same to them sometimes,
But that's my right, as well as theirs.
I haven't lost my marbles yet,
Though some may be misplaced,
Don't make me older than I am,
Let me age at my own pace.
Don't roll your eyes and heave a sigh,
And tell me that you understand,
(I didn't just get off the boat,)
You don't, you won't, and you never can.
At least, not yet, my well-meaning friend,
You need a few more years,
And though I'd not wish them on you,
You may even need a few more tears.
Your heart is good, I know this,
And your intentions, too,
But patience is the virtue
That I wish the most for you.
Slow down and match my gait,
So we can walk together,
And should I lean upon you,
I hope my weight is like a feather.
If I take your hand, embrace me,
I'm not too fragile for a hug,
And it's okay to laugh and squeeze me,
I won't break; I'll just feel loved.
You're young, you're strong, you're bright, you're quick,
I'm old, I'm weak, I'm slow,
We can't compete, but we can meet,
With mutual respect, you know.
Make me glad our paths have crossed,
I'll do the same for you,
And, Lord willing, I'll make heaven
Long before you do.
Then I'll tell God about you,
Though He'll already know,
Still a word in your behalf can't hurt.
So be good to me before I go!
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright March 2004
http://poetrybyginny.com
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