Birthday Poetry for M

So what to get the divine Miss M on her birthday? She casually dropped the "b" word on the way out the door the night before letting me know it was the morrow. But even if she had given me advanced notice, there still would have been a dilemma. She is too important to ignore! But what to get-that-girl? I could never buy anything, that's just not her! I couldn't make anything, that's ridiculous. So it came to me! Poetry! I sent her little poems through the day(I started by sending her this little diddy and posting a poem on my blog for her to find)There aren't any words that can be spoken, no gifts that can be bought, unless I give you my Christmas quilt, which my friend, I'm sorry I am not.There are no suns or moons or stars- or lights that can express, the severity and violence of emotion that our friendship has impressed. So poetry is what today shall bring you- on this, your day of birth not long ago-I cannot promise Whitman, Frost or Dickinson, but first we'll start with Maya Angelou. The girls wrote one for her too. I was so impressed with them! They did a remarkable job COMPLETELY by themselves! With M's permission, here they are!

Hunger

By R. C.

Michelle and my Mom like to sew,

But one thing us kids really know,

by four O' clock

my Mom should re-stock

on apples and crackers, you know?

When I Think of Her

by S. C.

When I think of her, I see her sweet face, bright smile and hair pulled into a loose braid on the side.
When I think of her, I see her helping me through my complicated quilt blocks lovingly the whole way through,
When I think of her, I see her in her full garden, her garden gloves on and picking away at her herbs.
When I think of her, I see every stroke of her paintbrush; carefully smearing colorful paint on a blank canvas.
When she is done, I stare at her work with amazement and wondering eyes.
When I think of her, I think of a teacher, sewer, artist, gardener, quilter, soap maker and friend that lasts a life time.
And that's what I think when I think of her.

Me and Michelle's Kids

by L. C.

Hailey is funny, she swings on the rope and hums a silly tune.

Eli is like an ape, he loves to climb trees and I do too.

They go to her and climb on her lap for comfort.

Funny side note: Fearless said, "Are you going to write me a poem on my birthday?" No , says I. You don't want poetry. That's not you. Let me ask you, would you rather have a poem or me take you out to lunch? Her response? Lunch would be nice. Ah, diversity!