HG, we lost my dad in June. His b'day was the 14th of Nov., and then Thanksgiving, it was a wierd time for us. Your poems have really touched me today and I want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to reflect on his death and our missing him. We know that he was with us in spirit, as he loved the holidays, and i felt that
it was a good time knowing that!

So I lost my father Oct. 23 1967, that Thanksgiving his chair sat empty at the head of the table. His dear friend "Uncle Harry" came down to sprend the Holiday with us. Uncle Harry sat in the chair when it was time to eat. After about 5 mins, the chair collasped. We all laughed, Uncle Harry too.

Thanks MichiganMan,
I know sometimes strange things happen and always leaves up questioning.

I Could Be A Super Hero

I don’t think I could be Superman
I’m sort of scared of heights
I’d sort of like to be Spiderman
But I’m afraid of spider bites

I suppose I could be Wolverine
But I’m afraid people would stare
I’d consider being the Incredible Hulk
But radiation’s bad for your hair

The fantastic four, now there’s a thought
But I’m not sure that’s for me
Ben’s too ugly, Johnny too hot
And Sue I just can’t see

Maybe though I could be Reed
And lead the other three
Well maybe Reed’s a bit of a stretch
I can barely take care of me

Captain America, him perhaps
I love his mighty shield
But I fear I’m not brave enough
When things get rough, I yield

If I could be a superhero
I wonder which I’d be
Or maybe it’s time I tried to find
The hero inside of me

HG Do you get into the creative writing on here. Think you would enjoy that too

Carold, I love poetry and like things that inspire or just make you smile. So I will share my favorites with my mingle friends.

We, here at Mingle, are very lucky to have some one who is willing to brighten our hearts, not that there are no kind souls here, but sometimes we get in that rut and forget how to be the kind people we are!!!

I loved the Christmas dog poem.

There is a thread too it will get you out there more. I read sometimes. A lot of people our age on there too.

Thanks Carold I'll check it out!!!!

Morning.
by Jack Kuperman

Wake up, it's your best day.



Look at the sky,

What do you see?

Can you find a cloud

Or just sun warming thee?


Wake up, open your eyes

As wide as your embrace

Because this morning

You'll sure amaze us.


It's your day

And sun is here.

Stretch yourself

But try not to tear.


Take your lips

And pull aside.

Look in the mirror

Your smile is wild.


Today is the day

As always it was -

The best of you life

The day for your cause.


So, live it fully

Don't think badly

Just open your heart

And enjoy everything madly.

I really like this, HG! Thank you for sharing it!

Missing You At Christmas

There’ll be one missing this Christmas,
one place at table---bare,
one smiling face we’ll yearn for
just knowing you’re not there

One present left beneath the tree
after all have been passed out,
with pretty ribbon posed atop---
a heartfelt gift, no doubt

Voices soft, diminished,
we’ll sing a Christmas song,
hoping next year’s easier
for you haven’t been gone long

The joy of your great laughter
as the children gathered ‘round---
your spirit more like ‘Peter Pan’
in revelry and sound

The snow outside---light falling,
of which you were so fond,
swift on skis and snowboard,
and skating on the pond

Cozy by a crackling fire
we’ll surely quiet sit,
recalling times your lengthy frame
would stretch in front of it

We’ll have to gather all our faith
and be of one accord,
knowing you are safe with Him---
spending Christmas with our Lord…

My Mother passed away in 2001, tomorrow is her birthday

Big Hug Bonnie That is one day I dread my mother passing.

I know how you feel!!! My mom passed away if May, 2000. It was sudden and I didn't get to say goodbye. I miss her everyday, she was my best friend, my mentor, my rock. My heart will be with you tomorrow.

hugs bonnieb, been a while, lost my two parents almost exactly 2 months apart...time has healed a lot since then....
It sure changes your prospective of what is important.

Best advice is send flowers and call as often as you can. They love those cards too!

Christmas Tree Story

I saw a truck of Christmas trees
And each one had a tale,
The driver stood them in a row
And put them up for sale.

He strung some twinkly lights
And hung a sign up with a nail;
"FRESH CHRISTMAS TREES"
It said in red
"FRESH CHRISTMAS TREES FOR SALE."

He poured himself hot cocoa
In a steaming thermos cup,
And snowflakes started falling
As a family car pulled up.

A mom, a dad, and one small boy
Who looked no more than three
Jumped out and started searching
For the perfect Christmas tree.

The boy marched up and down the rows,
His nose high in the air;
It smells like Christmas, mom!
It smells like Christmas everywhere!

Let's get the biggest tree we can!
A tree that's ten miles high!
A tree to go right through our roof!
A tree to touch the sky!

A tree SO big
That Santa Claus
Will stop and stare and say,
"'Now, THAT'S the finest Christmas tree
I've seen this Christmas Day!'"

It seemed they looked at every tree
At least three million times;
Dad shook them, pinched them, turned them 'round
To find the perfect pine.

I've found it, mom!
The Christmas tree I like the best of all!
It's got a little bare spot,
But we'll turn that to the wall!

We'll put great-grandma's angel
"On top the highest bough!
Oh, can we buy it?
Please, mom, PLEASE?!
Oh, can we buy it NOW?

"How 'bout some nice hot cocoa?"
Asked the man who owned the lot.
He twisted off the thermos top,
"Now, THIS will hit the spot!"

He poured the steaming chocolate
In three tiny paper cups.
They toasted,
"Here's to Christmas!"
And they drank the cocoa up.

"Is this your choice?"
The tree man asked,
"This pine's the best one here!"
The boy seemed sad---
My daddy says
The price is just too dear.

"Then, Merry Christmas!"
Said the man, who wrapped the tree in twine,
"It's yours for just one promise
You must keep at Christmas time!"

On Christmas Eve at bedtime
As you fold your hands to pray,
Promise in your heart
To keep the joy of Christmas Day!

"Now hurry home!
This freezy wind
Is turning your cheeks pink!
And ask your dad
To trim that trunk and give that tree a drink!"

And so it went on
All that blustery eve
As the tree man gave
Tree upon tree upon tree

To every last person
Who came to the lot---
Who toasted with cocoa
In small paper cups,

Who promised the promise
Of joy in their hearts---
And singing out carols,
Drove off in the dark.

And when it was over
One tree stood alone;
But no one was left there
To give it a home.

The tree man put on his
Red parka and hood
And dragged the last Christmas tree
Out to the woods.

He left the pine right by a stream
In the cold,
So the wood's homeless creatures
Could make it their home.

He smiled as he brushed off
Some snow from his beard,
When out of the thicket
A reindeer appeared.



He scratched that huge reindeer
On top his huge head---
"It looks like we've
Started up Christmas again!"

"There are miles more to travel,
And much more to do!
Let's go home, my friend,
And get started anew!"

He looked to the sky
And heard jingle bells sound---
And then,
In a twinkling,
That tree man was gone!

A Cowboy's Christmas Prayer
Christmas Poem


I ain't much good at prayin', and You may not know me, Lord--
I ain't much seen in churches where they preach Thy Holy Word,

But You may have observed me out here on the lonely plains,
A-lookin' after cattle, feelin' thankful when it rains,

Admirin' Thy great handiwork, the miracle of grass,
Aware of Thy kind Spirit in the way it comes to pass

That hired men on horseback and the livestock that we tend
Can look up at the stars at night and know we've got a Friend.

So here's ol' Christmas comin' on, remindin' us again
Of Him whose comin' brought goodwill into the hearts of men

A cowboy ain't no preacher, Lord, but if You'll hear my prayer,
I'll ask as good as we have got for all men everywhere.

Don't let no hearts be bitter, Lord; don't let no child be cold.
Make easy beds for them that's sick, and them that's weak and old.

Let kindness bless the trail we ride, no matter what we're after,
And sorta keep us on Your side, in tears as well as laughter.

I've seen old cows a-starvin', and it ain't no pretty sight:
Please don't leave no one hungry, Lord, On Thy good Christmas night--

No man, no child, no woman, and no critter on four feet--
I'll aim to do my best to help You find 'em chuck to eat.

I'm just a sinful cowpoke, Lord,--ain't got no business prayin'--
But still I hope You'll ketch a word or two of what I'm a-sayin':

We speak of Merry Christmas, Lord--I reckon You'll agree
There ain't no Merry Christmas for nobody that ain't free.

So one thing more I'll ask You, Lord: just help us what You can
To save some seeds of freedom for the future sons of man!

yup. that about says it.