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FEELING THE MOMENT

In darkness of a cobalt sky,
the breezes sigh
and tease my hair,
while in the air
the lilacs fling their sweetest scent . . .
a night’s accent,
as insects croon
to earth’s full moon,
and lightening bugs morse code the night
with blinking light;
I feel these things
this moment brings..

4/28/00 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Get the tweezers, quick

A HIRSUTE HORROR

Long hair is definitely in
But not when it’s on my chin
Although this one curls
It’s not good for girls
So of course, it causes chagrin

08/1990 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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TREASURE CHEST OF MEMORIES

I found a little chest today
Covered with years of dust
The hinges were bent and broken
The hasp covered with rust

I held it for just a moment
Then brushed away a tear
I knew its precious contents were
Treasures from yesteryear

The lid squeaked as I opened it
‘Twas closed so long ago
I lifted away some tissue
And saw Mom’s cameo

A glass ink pen of Grandma’s
Mom’s hanky, edged in lace
A beautiful jeweled hairpin
That held my hair in place

An old tintype of Grandpa
When he was just a lad
A bookmark with the Lord’s Prayer
That once belonged to Dad

A pressed corsage of rosebuds
That once was pink and white
A small dance card of autographs
From Senior Prom night

A younger brother’s Purple Heart
What anguish that had wrought
A pin that bears my old nickname
That a friend had bought

A celluloid ring and pendant
(Treasures my brother made)
Some charms my sisters gave to me
When I was in tenth grade

A narrow piece of ruffling
From my wedding dress
A 1940-D penny
(It brought luck, I guess)

Wee lovebirds from my wedding cake
In the box that held my ring
A beautiful golden locket
Now hanging from a string

Remembrance in a lock of hair
Carried throughout the war
By my handsome soldier husband
When he was twenty-four

Some precious little ringlets
In shades of yellow-gold
Mementos from my children’s hair
When they were one year old

Some love letters tied with ribbon
A valentine or two
Some cards the children made by hand
That say, “Mom, I love you.”

A treasured memory of my son
(A pin in blue and gold)
He bought it with some money earned
When he was ten years old

A pin my youngest daughter made
Twenty-eight years ago
And from the other’s light brown curls
A faded yellow bow

Each token tucked within the chest
Recalled a memory
The scenes were played across my mind
In stirring reverie

I closed my eyes in memory
Again, I dried some tears
Then closed the chest, and put it back
Where it had been for years

5/12/86 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVlec

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            GRAM AND ME

 

Please let me help you when you walk

I’m sure we’ll do just fine

We’ll walk to Church together now

Your arm entwined with mine

 

And let me help you with your hair

I see it’s hard for you

I know you like each strand in place

I’ll fix it like you do

 

We’ll have some tea before we leave

To bring back memories

Of how we bonded in those years

With such sweet pleasantries

 

Remember how it was back then

When I had just turned four

You led the way – I held your arm

When walking through the door

 

I’ll help with your hat and coat

And though you cannot see

Arm in arm we’ll head for Church

Just like it used to be

 

7/18/04       Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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My ‘promise’ ring

     TOKENS FROM THE PAST

 

Inside a box that’s tied with string,

           My promise ring.

Two locks of hair,

One dark, one fair.

The blueprint for the house we chose.

A faded rose.

Love beads of blue.

Our photos, too.

Old letters stained with tears I cried,

When our love died.

Mementoes, these.

Sad memories.

 

1/21/90             Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

Judge=s Special Mention … PAW (in Pa) 1991

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Oh, no! A hair!

    A HIRSUTE HORROR

 

Long hair is definitely in

But not when it’s on my chin

Although this one curls

It’s not good on girls

So of course, it causes chagrin

 

8/28/90   Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Grandma’s Silver Hair

GRANDMA’S SILVER HAIR

 

Can I brush your silver hair, Gram?

It looks so soft and fine.

And as I plait your silver braid,

With love I will entwine.

 

Will my hair be so pretty, Gram,

When I reach sixty-eight?

I hope it shines like yours does now

I think your hair looks great.

 

My Child, I’d trade these silver strands

For your bright golden locks,

If I could have your youthful zest

And turn back all the clocks.

 

And yet, my Dear, if that were so,

There’d be no precious child

To brush my lengthy shiny hair,

Then, child and Grandma smiled.

 

She passed the brush to youthful hands,

Unpinned her long cascade.

She felt love flowing through the brush —

That touch, a serenade.

 

They treasure this sweet moment,

For it will add a page

To memory’s book that years provide

From youth to golden age.

  

8/2/90         Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck        

 

1’st … PAW (in Pa) 1991

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