HAIKU Brittle umber leaves pirouette to the cold ground in their dance of death 3/14/90 Phyllis VanVleck
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Haiku for Fall
Posted in haiku, Nature, Poetry, tagged Brittle, cold, dance, death, leaves on Wednesday,October 28, 2009 | 3 Comments »
The call no mother wants to get.
Posted in Children, Family, Holiday, love, Memories, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged blood, car, death, drink, drive, girlfriend, heart, highway, party, prom, staggering on Friday,May 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Tonight is prom night for some of our local schools and, while I wrote this poem about a birthday, it holds even more truth for prom night. Be safe out there and don’t drink and drive. No mother ever wants to get that call from the police. WHY ME, MOM It was [...]
Questions from a child
Posted in Children, Family, Inspirational, Nature, Poetry, tagged angel, death, garden, God, grandchild, Heaven, religion, rhyming, soul on Sunday,November 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
GOD’S GREAT TAPESTRY My small grandchild came to me And leaning up against my knee Asked, what happens when you die? And then, before I gave reply, Why can’t everyone walk, like me? Why can’t some people hear or see? How is it that our God’s the same, [...]
When my son’s battle with cancer ended
Posted in Children, Family, love, Memories, My Thoughts, tagged David Merle VanVleck, death, free verse, life, non-Hodgkins Lymphoma on Saturday,November 8, 2008 | 4 Comments »
DAVID’S BATTLE I was there when you made your entrance into this world, your eyes blinking against the brightness and sensations of your surroundings. Your tiny tadpole belly heaved as you screamed in protest at this sudden change in your existence, but ready to take on life with all its complexities. I held [...]
He brushed away her tears
Posted in Family, love, Memories, Poetry, tagged death, fears, hand, rhyming, tears, wed, wedding band on Sunday,October 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Destiny So long ago that they were wed. He brushed away her tears, as she expressed her fears of the unknown road just ahead. He took her trembling hand and kissed her wedding band, as she let go of life’s sweet thread. Phyllis De-Witt VanVleck
About love
Posted in Family, love, Memories, Poetry, tagged baby blanket, birth, birthday, Book, bows, death, diamond, diary, headstone, loss, love, marry, rhyming, ribbons, ring, Rose, son on Sunday,October 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
PAGES FROM A DIARY Today is my sixteenth birthday He gave me this book and a rose Then he blushed and gave me a hug And he kissed the tip of my nose Today I’m eighteen, a woman I wondered if he would propose Then he gave me a diamond ring He’d [...]
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