Category Archives: Grand parents

The Road Back

  THE ROAD BACK H. W. Bryce After a tragedy, after your fall, The advice is cliché to be sure, But so is the road to the trouble. It’s Human Nature, and it has its flaws.   There are potholes … Continue reading

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  WHEN A MASK IS A GOOD THING H.  W. Bryce   A masked man is a threat, Other than the Lone Ranger and the like. Masks are for bank robbers, thieves, Hold up men. Masks mark threats, Represent danger. … Continue reading

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Fooled Me

  Fooled Me Just a bit ‘o silly (and gee, I fergot how tuh rhyme…) Looking for my wallet. Hid it … where? No one could find it. Why, I even fooled me Took 3 days to recover that wallet. … Continue reading

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Wisps of Joy

  Wisps of Joy In Remembrance A ragbag of thoughts and rhymes I ask her where she is; she cannot remember. I ask her what is your name; she cannot recall. I ask her do you still love me, and … Continue reading

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She Serves: Universal Mom

  She Who Serves She who serves, has a thankless task, The smile she wears is a clever mask; Her hands are raw from scrubbing brush, And yet they soothe and never rush. Her hands may bleed, her bones are … Continue reading

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Don’t forget grandpa: he likes hugs

  Don’t Forget Grandpa He likes hugs too Don’t ever let your grandpa feel left out. Grandpa always has a pocketful of peppermints. “Grandpa can I have a peppermint,” the child asks. “Oh. I don’t have any peppermints today,” he … Continue reading

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