Those Old Black And Whites
'Mom, why do you watch those black and white movies?
They're part of our history, Son.
Mom, what do you get out of those boring old movies?
Memories for a lifetime, Son.
Mom, all those people are dead!
But they really knew how to live then, Son.
Mom, they're so old-fashioned!
Yes, Son, I guess I am.'
The sky grew dark this April morn,
The north wind blew his snowy scorn.
Suddenly all was dressed in white,
Spring turned to Winter by his smite.
Dark clouds passed and the sun shone through,
The snow was gone and Spring renewed.
Old man Winter tried one last hour....
But new maiden Spring would not cower! !
Copyright ©2006 Pene Burkey
Smothers the breath of life
And brings the sleep of death...ready
Home a puppy.
I feed, groom, and walk her.
I play with her....He loves her....She
Laden with snow....then bows.
Oak tree creaks and groans in the wind....
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I would like to see my Father again,
And have him help recall those memories
Of when he would sit down and sing to me,
Tell me tales enough to fill diaries.
Daddy was tall with a build to beware,
But those hands they held me so tenderly.
Of his hair I remember there never was much,
But had skin that was fair and eyes blue as the sea.
While his discipline was carried out by mere words,
I would tremble with fear thinking his love I'd lost.
I only remember Daddy spanking me once,
To him my stealing a dime was a holocaust!
Whenever I think of my Dad I am saddened,
Because now I can't share all my moments with him.
I would like to know that some way he is with me,
Always near and enjoying my life to the brim.