This post is a little late but I wrote this poem for my parents for Christmas.

What to get Parents for Christmas?

I have the best parents ever

Mom is so patient, loving, and caring

If Christ was born again, it’d still be to Mary

And who could ask for a more God-like Dad?

Loving and kind but firm against all that is bad

I don’t know what to get; I’m not that clever.

Dad has provided so very well

I can’t hope to get anything that is on sell

And Mom wants for nothing at all

No electronics, no decorations, certainly not a ball

Well, maybe they do have some needs

At least they both have some wants

They both like restaurants

And to go out and do other such things

 But who would give gift cards to kings?

Besides my siblings take care of such deeds

So what do you give someone to whom you are in debt?

Someone you definitely cannot pay back yet?

Well, all my love and a poem for starters

And then . . .

And then . . .

Oh bother this is a puzzle…

Puzzle…

Puzzle!

Mountains

Mountains

I miss the mountains

I miss their lofty heights

I miss their stately nature

I miss their lofty sights

I dream of the mountains

I dream of the birds’ little song

I dream of them filled with animal life

I dream of how there is little wrong

I long to see the mountains

I long for their sights and sounds

I long for their trees and rivers

I long for their sights without bounds

I want to be in the mountains

I long for their quiet ways

I dream of how peaceful they are

I miss their quiet days