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Mothers and daughters and grandsons and all the love in the world.

              WELCOME

             

Welcome to a wonderful world

Precious little thing

This heart of mine is filled with love

And with the joy you bring

 

A smile plays about your mouth

You vocalize a coo

Your fingers tighten ‘round my thumb

As I am cuddling you

 

I marvel at your perfection

Special in every way

A gift that God made possible

A flower from His bouquet

 

There’s never been another child

Nor will there ever be

Who can fill the shoes meant for you

At least that’s what I see

 

7/48         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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    JENNY’S SHOE BOX

 

She carried the box everywhere,

tied shut with soiled string.

The items held within its frame,

to her, meant everything.

It was full of priceless treasures

she’d found on nature quests:

such as small colorful pebbles,

and eggs from fallen nests,

some catkins from a willow branch,

fall leaves she’d pressed with care,

some tiny iridescent shells

and glossy corn-silk hair,

a hummingbird’s exquisite nest

she’d found at season’s end,

the spiraled tendril from a vine

with ornamental bend,

a stone shaped like a tiny bear,

some silky milkweed down,

a piece of pungent dark green moss,

and a small acorn crown,

fragile monarch butterfly wings,

and feathers of bright hue,

some tiny aromatic seeds,

and flower petals, too.

 

When asked about the things within,

the child was quick to say,

“The world is in this little box,

I see it everyday.

The contents that I treasure here,

are the greatest to be found.

They’re pieces of the universe

of touch and sight and sound.”

 

“I see the leaves of summertime

and fall’s golden brown.

I even see leaves lose their grip

and twirl as they float down.

I see milkweed pods opening,

and many birds in flight.

I see a nest of pale blue eggs,

and a horned owl at night.

Inside I hear a running stream

and breezes kissing trees.

I see a rainbow’s lovely arch,

and yellow bumblebees.

I see gently swaying corn-stalks

and flowers everywhere.

I see butterflies in sunlight.

flitting here and there.”

 

“The sky is mirrored in this box.

The earth is present, too.

If viewed with seeing heart and soul,

the world’s revealed to you.

I look inside this box each day

and touching each small thing,

I’m humbled at the beauty

that memory can bring.

I chose these things with utmost care,

researching day and night,

and memorized the way they looked —

before I lost my sight.

         

4/10/91        Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

3’rd … Arkansas NPD 1997

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      IF I HAD WINGS

 

 

If I had wings to soar on high

I’d watch the world go passing by

 

I’d scan the earth for beautiful things

Like iridescence  a rainbow brings

The kiss of sunlight on earth below

And old Mother Nature’s ebb and flow

 

The sculptured mountain’s imposing might

Shimmering water in full moonlight

Gauzy clouds floating peacefully by

And birds on wing caressing the sky

 

Huge quilted fields with hemstitched rows

Sandy beaches where a river flows

Floral beauty blooming everywhere

Butterflies riding currents of air

 

Blue streams snaking the valleys and hills

Flat plains, lush forests, and nature’s frills

Laughing children, so busy at play

Sunrise and sunset perfecting the day

 

I’d watch the world go passing by

If I had wings to soar on high

 

9/7/91    Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

1’st … Indiana NPD 1991

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If I could make the world a poem

There’d be a verse called Peace

And all the hate that’s in the world

Would fade away and cease

 

And wouldn’t it be wonderful

To have a verse called Share

No hunger, thirst, or suffering

For those in need to bear

 

If I could make the world a poem

There’d be a verse called Smiles

You’d see no frowns or furrowed brows

For endless happy miles

 

And wouldn’t everyone approve

To have a verse called Love

For family, friends, and everyone

With blessings from above

 

If I could make the world a poem

There’d be a verse on Joy

With happiness for young and old

And every girl and boy

 

The world could be just like a poem

If we could all agree

To unify such attributes

And live in harmony

 

08/16/95  – Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

1’st … Indiana NPD 1995 

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