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REMEMBERING HIS DAY

Granddaughter baked a cake last night
And topped it today with candlelight
Then asked the children to come near
She had a story for them to hear

A story about a Holy birth
When God sent His Son to earth
This is our Savior’s special day
She said, as they bowed heads to pray

There’d be no Christmas on this earth
Without our precious Savior’s birth
Let’s not forget God’s gift to man
And honor Him, whenever we can

The children then blew out the flame,
As they sang praises in His name.
Happy Birthday, Jesus, they sang out
In their efforts to be devout

I’m sure God smiled when He heard them sing
Pleased that they were remembering

12/15/89 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

Written for the Cory family (Sharon and boys)

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Night’s yellow globe

                FULL MOON

 

Full moon –

    night’s yellow globe,

        frosting the world in gold,

            infecting lovers with romance …

                God’s gift.

 

8/1/05              Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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      HER INTENDED ROLE

 

My doll was made from scraps of wood

Dad carved in fine detail.

Her head was polished to a sheen,

And swiveled on a nail.

 

Her limbs were carved from sassafras,

Then  loosely wired in place.

Her hair was made from yellow yarn.

Mom’s art work made her face.

 

Her clothes were made from muslin scraps.

The belt, a ribbon braid.

Her shoes were made from slippers

Of softest doeskin suede.

 

She even had a nice wardrobe

Mom made with greatest care,

Including coat, and matching hat,

To top her yellow hair.

 

Hours were spent in make-believe,

Just the doll and myself,

And now this memory from my past,

Sits high upon the shelf.

 

She may have been just polished wood,

Without a heart or soul,

But I felt warmth when cuddling her . . .

‘Twas her intended role.

 

12/13/91     Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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