Laura Sanders

A mother is someone who cares,
Someone who will readily share.
Who tries to bandage up cut knees,
Who likes to give and to please.

A mother is someone who smiles a lot.
A mother is someone who gives all she's got.
She loves to make others smile,
Tries to go that extra mile...

A mother like this is a rare gemstone.
With a mother like this, you'll never feel alone,
For a mother can be your best friend,
Caring, sharing, pleasing to the very end.

Bright, yellow gold, spangles the green.
Brazen and beautiful, they are so clearly seen.
Obtrusive and yet they are a welcoming sight.
Denoting early summer's arrival of warmth and light.

Yet their boldness does not last,
as into wind-blown parachutes, they change fast.
Blown by lips, and through landscape sun-kissed,
the delicate fairies dance and on breezes drift.

Attaching to everything lying around.
Self-seeding survival for next year bound.
The gardeners "poison," seen as a ruinous blight,
Leaves to the rabbit are a juicy delight.

To bees and butterflies, they're a nectar feast.
Dandelions, golden suns, will to me always please.

The end of the world has come,
it is hopeless to hold just a gun!
Do not want your sadness and pity,
when the Russians shell our lovely city!
Just make a no fly-zone,
"Seal the skies", give us airplanes and drones,
Tanks and missiles, here are the norm,
Putin will pay for this storm!

I watched  as our cities crumbled,
saw the menacing tanks, as they rumbled.
Oh Lord, I can't see how we can win now,
with our few weapons, anyhow?
How can we get out of this mess?
Each man is being put to the test....
We are outnumbered, ten to one,
The end of the world has begun....
So I stand here alone quietly pray,
praying for help to come  our way.

My son will be fatherless , I feel bad,
He will grow up and feel terribly sad.
He will always remember this hideous  attack,
how Russia turned on us,  how we tried to fight back.
Dad was a hero , in the Ukraine-Russia war,
but a tear will come, when he thinks what was it for?
It is a David and Goliath affair, make no bones.
Will we win though, with just a few stones...?

Big, pink fluffy hearts could not convey
what you mean to me this Valentine's Day.
A card with fancy words saying, "I love you so,"
could not capture my thoughts, but I think you know
today just how much you mean to me,
without balloons, fluffy teddies, sentimentality,
or a fancy meal cooked with sparkling wine,
to say that you are "really mine!"

Instead, I'll gently kiss your lips,
hold your face, caress your fingertips.
Then you will know how much I really care,
that my life with you, I gladly share.
The joys, hopes, dreams will fade away,
but we'll be together, as we make our way
down through life's pathways, hand in hand,
with our precious love that is truly grand.

I gaze at you with welling tears.
We have been husband and wife for over fifty years!

January , she comes sneaking into my tired life,
exhaling her sharp, crisp breath of white,
like a frigid, uncaring, unloving wife,
she too, can bite like a scorpion's bite.

Can affect you with her frost, freeze flesh, make all ill,
can transform from mild air to a bitter cold,
she weaves and dances  in and out, her wintry quick- step chill,
She is one who never grows tired or old.

January the icy lover, with her sober blast,
- pull your cloak of death away from my door!
How I long for her  to quickly glide past,
and for sister February to come knocking once more.

And January takes  leave of her tight gripped hold,
as February melts her down with disdain,
No longer is she strong, domineering, bold,
February is here to stay with her warm sun and falling rain.....