Broken Hearted Memories
 
           Broken hearted memories I have of thee, for someone to come 
           and just love me.
           Not a minute goes by that my heart lets out a sigh
           Tears of sadness streams down my face
           Wanting love to enter here.
           Bringing me some loving cheer.
           I read the columns looking for loves lost face
           But there is none for me in this place
           Tears of joy I would gladly share with you
           If you came along to make me happy not blue.
           I would gladly share my life loving only you
           Then our hearts would be one not two.
  
           Wilma Kirk (C) Aug. 2002
 

You’re Never Alone

Sometime while laying in your bed, times of heartache go thro your head
Don’t you worry or fret for God will comfort you in all you do
He doesn’t want us sad or blue that’s why he is always there for you
It is so simple what to do just call on him cause he will help you thro
Any trouble time you have he’ll be glad to carry your load
For in the good book we have been told 
He is there so big and bold
Never doubt worry or fears just call on him and he is near
So my prayer for you today be bold in God 
cause he will carry you all the way.
I ask for blessings from above to send down his wondrous love.
May peace and joy come your way as you live with God today.

Hugz:   © Wilma Kirk  2002

Frosty Morning 

What beautiful white frosty patterns I see
of lacey disigns all over the grass and trees
White majestic and regal like a king on high
so misty and glistening in the sun light so bright
like the cleaness of a new day 
until it melts all away.
Bold and beautiful the lacey patterns on my window glass
wish the designs could have last.
So enjoy this white lacey morning here
for soon it will disappear.

Christmas Time

Christmas time oh what a joy
Wrapping presents for girls and boys
Trimming the tree with tinsel and lights
Grandmas in the kitchen baking
Her favorite cookies and pies
Which puts a gleam in her grandbabies eyes.

Tasting her cookies hot out of the oven
Were truly made with her special loven

What joy it is to have family and friends
Sharing the holidays from beginning to end.
Counting our blessings as we go
As the holidays come and go. 
Christmas is here at last
So here to the joy of love 
all through the year.
And Christmas cheer from me to you.

© Wilma Kirk Dec. 2001 

 

Biscuit the Christmas birdy
decorated his cage with glee
he wanted to share all his toys
with all the neighborhood girls and boys
he thought what a treat that would be.
Santa was so happy with Biscuit
he paid him a special visit just to see
Biscuit the Christmas bird sing Merry Christmas to he.
So that made Biscuit so happy he wanted to sing
a Merry Christmas to you in hopes that would make you happy 
and a little jolly too.

Hugz From Biscuit my Christmas Birdy:) & Willie~

Twas the night before Christmas and all through this group. 
All of us where doing our Christmas shopping with glee. 
When all of a sudden Starr did appear; carrying a bottle of 
Arbor mist in her hands wanting to toast us all here was her plan. 
Molly with apple dapple to share . Nani had cookies too. Jessica 
bake a cake oh so sweet with mounds of chocolate what a treat. 
Lennis had a bowl of sweet popped corn balls. Was truly going to be 
a grand feast for sure. Elaine at the door with light all aglow 
wave in her hand was some misletoe. Katy on her way with cumb cake too. 
I knew it was going to be the best Christmas ever sharing it here with 
all my friends Jeanine, Aylin , Keri, Rita, and everyone else. I 
greeted them all as they came through my door. Now raising a glass in 
your honor I ask because this group of friends I have here Let us 
party with great cheer for you all are wished the best all year. As 
I toasted you all and we party away . Till all the goodies were gone, 
I said to you happy feasting and Merry Christmas to all;) 
So the Christmas party is going strong so lets party and party on. 
Hugz~Willie~ 

Thankful

I am so thankful for today
The beauty of the sun so bright
As it makes it way up high
Like a beacon in the sky

Oh what joy I see as the rays of sun fall on me
Birds flying high above the trees
Shadows of winter breezes pass
Oh the smell of fresh winter air 
I am so thankful that I can see the beauty
Of the day and the blessing that I can share with thee.
To say hello to those who pass
It doesn’t matter what race or class
The beauty that has come from above is to share
His precious love.

I am thankful from with in as I share 
my Thanksgiving with my friends.
Happy Thanksgiving to all:

© Wilma Kirk Nov. 2001


Motherhood

When the joy of you first finding out
And it is with out a doubt
Soon the pitter-patter of little feet
Make your family so complete

Then you wonder what shall I do
Will I be a good Mom to you?
As time marches on with glee
I start to feel you inside of me
Oh the joy that I could share
Of movement in my tummy
Hello to you in there.
Are you my boy or girl so fair?
Actually I do not care.
Just be healthy because we have love to share

Now I am nervous the day has come
For my daughter or son to say hello
Or maybe even be my little shadow.
Oh the joys of motherhood
Are blessings from above
Sent down here for us to give them love
So Mother’s one and all love your babies
With all your mite for they truly are a great delight.
 
©Wilma Kirk Nov.12,2001


The Time for Sharing

The time for sharing is here at last
In shades of red and greens so bold
A winter wind blowing to and fro
Puts a frosty pattern on the windows
Of lacey designs so great
Make me think of dancing angels
From on high as they waltz across the sky

Seasons joy started many years ago
In a manger a tiny child lay
Upon a bed of golden hay
 
It is the time to rejoice and give
Sharing the joy that Christ Jesus had lived.
So I ask from his love from above to share
His world of undying love.
May the joy of this season we share
Be a blessing to say I care.
Seasons Greetings to all.

Wilma Kirk © Nov.11th,2001


A Crying Heart

What words can you say to wash the tears a way
When hateful words have been said
Sending me to cry tears in my bed
What joy do I see when your shouting at me

The good book say harsh words are sharper than a two edged sword
In my heart I shall forgive
But I will not forget as long as I live.
Sadness all around
Please God wash a way the frown
And bring some sunshine today
And help my heart cope another day.

All that it would take for heaven sake
Are two little words so great?
I wait and anticipate
Just to hear the words I am sorry dear
But you being a man you do not see
How much those words mean to me.
So I will continue to cry silently.

Wilma Kirk © Nov.6,2001


White Lace

White Lace falling on my face
Winter has found it’s way to this place
Dancing like a diamond in the sky
As we watch it pass us by.

So clean and fluffy it looks to me
As it sticks to all the trees
A blustery winter blowing it to and fro
Only stopping to say hello

White lace is pretty falling down
To a majestic wonderland on the ground,
Looks as though winters here at last
While dancing white lace go floating pass.

Welcome winter welcome all
I hear it say as it falls.
White Lace falling on my face.

© Wilma Kirk Oct, 2001

Oh hear the sweet sounds of the birds ;
As they sing sweetly in the dawn;
Waking me to a new day;
With warmth and sunshine on it's way;
Oh the thought of lilac's in bloom;
with such a sweet smell that goes from room to room;
The dafodils all in a row;
Waving as thou to say hello;
As the sun rises high in the sky,
whispering to the Robin's as they fly by.
Oh joy to the day as March brings in its warmer days;
What happiness it is to me 
as the morning birds sing sweetly to me;
Have a happy spring day to you from me.
 
May the hunk of your desire come your way: 
showering you with gifts and costly array;
To walk hand and hand smiling as you go;
Your eyes meet  his smile is so complete;
What next you may think as your thoughts of him are so sweet:
His gentle touch as he comes close to you ; 
To kiss away the morning dew as he stands close to you;
The sweet sound of the morning dove as you stand there  in the
presence of his love;
Can this really be  he standing with me;
Silence of the morning ushers in the day as my dreams fade away; 
but I know he is just a dream away; ready to carress
me as  he may.
 
What a wonderful day to rest and play:
Let your imagintions run wild;
as though you are a child;
The sweet scent in the air;
As warm breezes blow softly in his hair,
What a magnificent man I see as he walks closer to me.
Oh, one look , one smile is all I ask as we meet, 
and he walks past;  His teeth shining in the sun,
his soft lips, his black hair ,I look into his eyes I see;
love and passion and creativity; 
Oh ,but can this be the one and only,
chance I see to say oh,
what a wonderful person you are to me;
His presence is at command,
as I dream of us walking hand in hand.
So to me there is always hope; 
That he will not pass me by,
so he can see the  twinkle in my eye; 
So what a pleasant day this 
will be, as I dream of walking with he.

 
  

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