<whispers> Over here! World Poetry Day contest this way..

Galen

Galen xx

All poems are good and deserve to win x x x

Oh my God Galen I hope you win x x

He's gone I know,I cry,I scream
And then awake! Was not a dream.
It's real, he's dead,will I survive?
I do but wish, he was alive.

To my late darling husband.

Families – who needs them?
Worry, stress, anxiety,
Always willing, seldom free –
Then my grandchild smiles at me.
Families – I need them!

Oceans divide us,
My warm arms yearn to hold you
Across the cruel miles.

My three daughters have produced four boys and no girls so:-


My family of girls had boys!

They had such similar faces!

But the boys are always caked in mud,

And don't do up their laces.

...whispering silently in your ear..read me like text..then delete
never to appear or be mused upon ..some lonely hour when
I have gone

hear me silently with your heart feel me like a beat..so sweet.
always to be near and dear upon my word while I am here
you are the one

Lovely!

When he finally gets his act together
And presents me with the long awaited grandaughter,
I will buy a cradle with a rose covered coverlet,
And a silver bracelet.
And there will be days of fairy wands, cupcakes and
Daisies in egg cups.

Dull, grey, chill out there.
Fragrant, friendly warmth in here.
Family Dinner.

Yay! love it, jings

Hand OUT of trousers!
Stop picking your nose!
What are those things in your hair?!!! (My God, they're moving!)

You're a mucky little 'erbert.
Is that your father's drill you''ve got?!
You can't do that to your brother!
And next door' s cat doesn't want to be shot!

I know its old but was my sons eager recital at that magical age of 7.

I wish I was a glow worm, glowworms are never glum
cos how can you be grumpy when the sun shines out your bum

There was a young family from Fife

Who laughed and had fun all their life

They all did their best

To help out the rest

And avoid any family strife

My children are so dear to me, I love them all, everyone!
They eat me out of house and home
They bring their washing to be done
They leave my house a mess
Oh! How glad I am though, when they have all gone!

My daughter, she is 6 you know,
has come so very far.
clever and pretty I've watched her grow,
She is my shining star.

My New Baby Granddaughter, Amelia Ivy.

Ten tiny fingers and tiny toes,
Long lashes and a button nose.
I marvel at this little beauty,
She's not mine, but what a cutie.

A house is not a home, they say
Without a cat beside the fire
Children shrieking till they tire
And a cup of tea at the end of the day.

In the full bloom of my life, my little acorns do fall
They have ripened, then burst open
They now have grown tall
I can look back with pride at how they now shine
That the love I put in will always be mine.

Having a family you are showered in love
every one of you fits like a glove
kids hate doing their homework
but i also hate the housework!

This is a poem about my Mum who is about to become a great grandma this month for the first time

If Mum's were flowers I'd always pick mine
She's the best of the bunch like a well matured wine
Sweet, kind & selfless she can't do enough
Even though her life is so terribly tough
Disabled with arthritis her mobility's hampered
So she truly deserves to be positively pampered
She may be 80 but she's hot on fashion & style
The best Mum in the world who always makes me smile
She's always the one on whom I can depend
Not only my Mum but my very best friend

I have 32 Grand-Children and 29 Great,
The hardest thing about them is getting all them dinners on a plate,
They fill my life so full of joy,
All my little girls and little boys,
But you try and remember 61 birthdays all on different dates!