Poem: Two Inches or Three

All my adult life I’ve been five foot three,
Not too short, not too tall, which was fine with me.

I’ve noticed now when I reach for something I’m on the tip of my toes,
So wherever I work my little stool also goes.

Maybe I’m not as tall as I used to be,
Maybe my bones are shrinking, what is happening to me?

Lord, remember when Carol came to my place and hemmed all those slacks for me?
So this year should we hem them two inches or three?

I’m not worried but I am starting to fidget,
Lord I’ve never been this old before – will I end up a midget?

If you liked this poem, be sure to read my book, Growing Old with Humor, for more!

 

Poem: Washed by His Love

Every time I read this poem, it brings tears to my eyes (even though I wrote it), It’s because of His love for us, even though we’re not worthy of it.

As I was coming out of the shower the other day,
I thought, “I have it better than Jesus did in His day!”

I have hot and cold water and warm and cold air,
Deodorant, perfumes, and a dryer for my hair.

Then I started thinking of the woman that washed His feet,
Not with water but with warm tears from her body heat.

Then I said to myself, “Yuck, I couldn’t do that Jesus, not me.
Your feet would be too dirty and probably smelly.

I could give you a kiss on the side of your cheek,
But I could never stoop down and kiss your feet.

Besides, she was a sinner, the Bible says so,
If she had any pride, it sure didn’t show.”

We’ve come a long way, away from You,
Forgetting how our dirty sins have offended you.

Yet, You did more than wash our feet that day on the tree,
You gave Your life on the cross for our sins at Calvary.

Help me Lord to have the love that woman had for You,
And the love you have for me that makes You do the things You do.

 

Poem: Aged to Perfection

This is the first poem in my book, “Growing Old with Humor,” after the prologue.

I was sitting at my desk waiting for the phone to ring,
I noticed my arms looked weird; oh, my goodness, I’ve contracted something.

There were ripples of wrinkles all down my arm,
Then I realized it was old age setting in, nothing to cause any harm.

I called my sister-in-law when I got home who lives in K.C.,
She said, “Oh, I’ve had those wrinkles for years and I’m eighty-three.”

So now I dress with my arms covered so people can’t see what I already know,

I see signs of aging because it’s beginning to show.

Today I was at my podiatrist sitting in the chair,
When I noticed that my feet are all wrinkled, it’s even gone down there!

Thank goodness with my shoes on it doesn’t show,
But I wonder, are my insides wrinkled too, I’d just like to know?

 

Confessions of an Amateur Artist: Poem Pearl

Hi I’m Grandma Golden Years,

I have three children and I have five grand children and five great grand children.

I no longer work, but am starting a home-based business writing poems. I’m excited about it because it’s a whole new experience and a challenge, and I do love challenges!

I’m hoping this blog brings interest to you, and that we can get to know each other as time goes on.

I’ve had many interests in life, one was painting. For years I painted animals on plaster-craft, an example is the

This photograph was taken by my grandson, the creator of the Adventure Writer Blog.

lion pictured here, a courtesy composition of the Adventure Writer’s Blog. I also love cooking and sharing with others.

But my new adventure is the computer, and I’m finding it’s a real challenge… and I love it! It’s changing my life. I am amazed at what all it can do.

Above all these hobbies is my love of writing poetry and each poem tells a story. I have written poems for weddings, funerals, engagements, and just about everything else! With the help of friends and family I recently published a collection of poems entitled, “Growing Old with Humor,” available on Amazon. I’m jubilant to have it completed.