November 3, 2008

Surrounded by love.

Filed under: Poetry — Jack @ 10:47 pm

All my children around me so happy they seem to be,

Each day at the door they greet me so happy and care free,

The joy upon their face as they meet me at the door,

Little bundles of happiness and joy that is for sure,

Surrounded by their love I am so every day,

It puts a smile upon my face and warmth upon my heart,

The pleasure that it gives me the explanation I could not start,

It puts chill bumps on my skin and simply melts my heart,

Surrounded by their love so blessed I am you see,

I am so very thankful that God does so love me.

 

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.- poet.

Written: November 3, 2008.

September 24, 2008

Veil of Darkness.

Filed under: Poetry — Jack @ 3:44 am

A veil of darkness is all about as nighttime goes and the sun comes out,

Memories so sad they pass away as the bright sun shining comes today,

Times gone by and things so sad now we’re so happy and no longer sad,

The days of pain so far away I am glad that joy is here to stay,

So happy to be up and ready to go what will happen no one does know,

The veil of darkness no longer surrounds happiness just seems to abound,

Joyful and willing amazing bliss I am so glad to be part of all this,

Life is so great it changes each day I love every minute and hour of day,

Enjoy every second until it passes away.

 

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.-Poet

Written:September 24, 2008.

September 4, 2008

Growing On.

Filed under: Poetry — Jack @ 5:35 am

Yellow, orange, brown, and green the leaves they slowly die,

The artist brush is painting the scene across the sky,

As autumn comes in with the gently falling rain,

The hills multiple colors are much to be amazed,

The haze it rises as the rain slowly dries,

The yards they slowly fill with leaves that slowly die,

Children raking piles to take that first dive,

Pressed in a book from forty years ago,

The oak leaf crumbles as the book is opened though,

Where did it come from, what tree did it belong,

Too long ago that memory has passed on,

That oak leaf is swept away and another starts growing on.

Jack Huffmaster, Jr.-Poet

Written: September 4, 2008