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BUTTERFLIES AND LILACS
(And Whispers On The Breeze)

Sorry I missed you today.
I waited for your return,
thinking it might be any moment.
I was there to tell you how sorry
I am that I allowed so much time
to pass between visits. I came
to tell you how much I love you,
and that I need you in my life.

I sat on your porch swing, where
we shared our laughter in days
gone by. It was quiet there,
and I thought I could hear
our voices from way back then.
I allowed my thoughts to drift,
as I was carried away in memory;
the heady scent of lilacs drugging
my contact with the present.

Perhaps I even dozed, awaking
when I heard you call my name.
I turned, but you were not there.
A butterfly hovered in front of my face,
as if it had something to tell me,
then turned and flew away,
as I heard your voice whisper,
“Goodbye, old friend”.

I learned later,
that you had passed away
that afternoon. A time that I was
wrapped in remembrance of you.
A time of lilac scent, butterflies,
and whispers on the breeze.

Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck – 8/27/03

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This poem is in progress. I would enjoy hearing your thoughts on this one.

PRECIOUS MOMENTS
(From My Youth)

In memory of my Mother
I write this little poem
On how she nurtured all us kids
And made our house “feel” home

There were many happy moments
When we’d sit on the swing
I’d ask for all my favorite songs
While urging her to sing

And she’d sing those old-time ditties
That so amused us all
We’d ask to hear them many times
When we were very small

Other poignant memories
That I would never trade
Are Sunday noon’s family fun
And countless games we played

We learned to be good losers
But gracious winners, too
That quarreling settled nothing
Advice we all found true

She gave us all a chance to win
And when the games were done
We made fudge or “skillet candy”
While sharing kitchen fun

She laughed with us, and cried with us
And shared our childish woes
With big doses of sage advice
That a wise mother knows

08-31-09 Poem in Progress

Phyllis Adair DeWitt-VanVleck

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WHAT SECRETS DO YOU HIDE

 

Old house, what secrets do you hide

From dramas that took place inside?

 

There were births, deaths, and marriages

Within your structured frame,

Played out as fate would have it

In life’s exciting game.

 

Your walls shared joys and heartaches

As befits a house of years.

You heard melodies of laughter

And the anguish of tears.

 

You witnessed four generations

Descend from just two names,

With privy to their heritage

And to their growing pains.

 

What stories you could tell me now,

If it were not a task

That intellect would ridicule,

Though still I muse and ask – –

 

Old house, what secrets do you hide

From dramas that took place inside?

 

10/15/96          Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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ALWAYS IN MY HEART

 

Silver throated laughter.

Captivating curls.

All the magic essence

Of sweet little girls.

 

Sunshine and bright rainbows.

Flowers in the spring.

Stardust when the moon glows,

And sweet songs to sing.

 

That describes my daughters.

Nothing quite as fine.

Vivid portraits treasured,

In this heart of mine.

 

 

3/10/96   Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       THINGS I LOVE

 

The laughter of a little child

Timid creatures of the wild

Lilac scent on wafting breeze

And summer shade beneath the trees

 

A lonesome whistle in the night

From some big train way out of sight

Bright butterflies and lady-bugs

And joy felt from children’s hugs

 

Birds in all their feathery hues

And poems derived from poignant muse

The gurgling sound of running streams

And magic cast by gold moonbeams

 

Rainbows after a summer storm

Flower’s beauty as they take form

America’s flag waving on high.

A gentle breeze that seems to sigh.

 

Rain that cools the heat away

Watching kittens as they play

Frost fronds on my window panes

Long inviting country lanes

 

Beautiful leaves that drop in fall

So many things, but best of all

A family to love, as they love me

And God, who gave my Soul to me

 

 

7/12/99      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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MEMORY’S SCRAPBOOK

 

In my mind’s book of memories

There are pages where I file,

Things that touch my heart and soul

And things that make me smile.

 

One page holds the fluted song

Trilled by a meadowlark.

Another holds the silvery light

Of moonbeams in the dark.

 

There’s one of sweet baby smiles

And one, a mother’s love.

Another holds morning sun,

One, stardust from above.

 

There’s a page full of laughter

And one of blossomed trees.

A rainbow fills another page

And one, a summer breeze.

 

Others hold such poignant things

As tears of joy once shed,

The sound of rippling from a brook,

And smell of gingerbread.

 

There’s one of lovely carillons

With Hymns and melodies

Next to it are hopes and dreams

And one of fantasies.

 

There is no end of things to add

From life in every stage

And as they touch my heart and soul

They’re added to a page

 

When I am old, years from now,

Each day I’ll take a look

At all the wonders held within

My memory’s treasured book.

 

3/8/92              Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Sounds I Love

    THE SWEETEST SOUND

 

The sweetest sound that one can hear

Is not a bird song, sweet and clear

Nor music played on stage somewhere              

Or nature’s sounds upon the air                  

 

Enchanted sound heard every day

It’s children’s laughter while at play             

Like temple bells on sacred ground

It’s golden  where a child is found    

 

Its music sings sweet melodies

Of crystal notes and rhapsodies

I’d like to keep that laughter near . . .

The sweetest sound that one can hear

 

 5/27/00  –  Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

2’nd … Indiana NPD – 2000

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