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Time to Play

FAVORITE PLAY

A little boy of nine or ten
Had a tree-house for a den.
He climbed the tree everyday,
It was his favorite way to play.

A little girl of five or six
Had a playhouse made of sticks.
She took her dolls there everyday,
It was her favorite way to play.

This little boy and little girl
With sandy hair and tawny curl,
Grew up and met one lovely day
And found a new way they could play.

Now, don’t be shocked – ’twas in a band,
He played drums – she played the Grand.
They practiced nearly every day,
It was their favorite way to play.

They fell in love and soon were wed.
No time for play – that’s what they said.
They raised eight children to this day —
They must have found some time to play.

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Energy’s gone – they’re getting old.
She knits sweaters for the cold.
He watches T.V. shows all day.
It’s now their favorite way to play.

3/27/92 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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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     

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It was my goal to post a poem each day for a year, so I apologize for missing yesterday. I am currently in Wisconsin attending the wedding of a great-granddaughter. She happens to be the daughter of my oldest grandson, a wonderful man, who had the good fortune (or was it sense?) to marry a fantastic woman. And, true to form, they gave me a special great-granddaughter.

 

 

So, this is for Mary and Derrick. (Who fits right in with all the other adjectives, because he is funny, charming and intelligent.) I wish you two the best and I know you will have a long, and happy life together.

 

For Derrick and Mary

 

It was several long years ago

That Derrick and Mary met.

They felt a kinship from the start —

From that, a pattern set.         

 

He loved her quiet demure ways

And her mass of auburn hair.

She loved the way he whistled songs,

And followed him everywhere.

 

They wed when friendship turned to love.

And will raise a family.

Their love remaining throughout the years,

Enriched by harmony.

 

August 8, 2008 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Cameos of Love

FINGERTIPS OF MEMORY

Soft fingertips of memory
In moments so sublime
Reach gently back into the past
Recalling by-gone time
7/12/00 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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A TEAR AND A ROSE

On his sad lonely grave,
A yellow flower grows.
A teardrop catches sunlight
On the petal of a rose.

8/10/90 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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