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         ~ Three Little Sisters ~



Three little sisters – one, two, three –

Margie, then Misty, and the last one's me.

We hear Mommy, calling us in:

"Margie! Misty! Marilyn!"

In we go to eat our lunch.

My! We are a cute little bunch.



Eating her sandwich, Margie yells, "Hey!

"Guys, Mom's birthday is today!"

"Oh, my goodness," Misty says,
"Let's get a gift! Oh, please, say yes."

"What shall we do?" I cry then. "What?

"We'll buy something – that's clear. But . . ."



"But what?" asks Margie. "There's nothing wrong."

"Yes, there is. Our money's gone.

"We spent it last week – don't you remember?

"And we can't get more till this September."

"Oh, no!" cries Misty. "This is June.

"We'll have to think of something soon!"



"I guess we'll just apologize,"
I say, with very teary eyes.

"We'll just hug and kiss her nice,

"And wish her happy birthday twice."

That's what we do – all three of us.

Guess what she does? She doesn't fuss.



She doesn't scold. She doesn't cry.

She doesn't say, "What did you buy?"

She gives us more than twenty kisses,

And tells us we are pretty misses,

And that she loves us very much,

And gives us cookies, cake, and such.



Now, don't you think my story's nice?
Wouldn't you like to hear it twice?



© 2017 Sharon Rose Williams




          ~Baby, What Makes You Tick~

What makes you smile and drool and fuss?
How did God know you  were the baby for us?
How did your legs figure out how to kick?
Baby, what makes you tick?

What makes you happy, bashful, or glum?
How did God plan exactly when you would come?
Are we the family that you would have picked?
Baby, what makes you tick?

What makes your hair grow out so slow?
Why is your cuteness enhanced by a bow?
Let’s stick together through thin and through thick.
Baby, what makes you tick?

How fast you’ve outgrown the clothes that you’ve worn!
How much we’ve loved you since the day you were born!
The moments are passing – they’re going by quick!
Baby, what makes you tick?

© 2014 Sharon Rose


           ~Melinda Lucinda~

Melinda Lucinda brushed her hair.
Melinda Lucinda was not a bear.
She was a hedgehog, oh, so quaint.
She dipped her brush into the paint.
She used a paintbrush to brush her hair.
Melinda Lucinda, you'd better take care!

Melinda Lucinda dyed her spikes,
And she no longer rides any bikes.
Off her bike she did topple
Her spikes all went "popple,"
For her foot would not reach to the pedal.
She'd won every ribbon and medal
For dying her spikes and brushing her hair.
Melinda Lucinda, you'd better take care!

©2016 Sharon Rose 


                 ~Darren~

He sits with me, eats grits with me,
And then he holds my hand.
He makes me feel the grits
That I’ve been eating taste like sand.
But then he turns around and sits with any other girl.
Now isn’t that predicament just dandy? 

He makes it there to chapel,
And he makes it to the meal.
I’d tear my heart out for him;
He could crush it ’neath his heel.
I’d like to try and tell him
That I sort of, kind of feel
That after him nobody else could please me!

How do you solve a problem like Darren?
How do you grab his shirt and pin him down?
How do you find a word describing Darren?
A player, a flirt, a king (of hearts).
Many a thing you’d love to hear him tell you
Many a thing you try to understand.
But how do you catch his eye?
Without him you know you’ll cry! 
How can one guy be so much in demand?
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Darren?
How do you let him know you think he’s grand?

When I’m with him, I feel stressed.
He’s my focus; I’m obsessed.
He can send me into dithers of delight.
With an ego that’s so huge,
He’s a guy I’d hate to lose.
He’s a cute one, he’s a hot one,
Hold him tight!
He'll politely tell you lies.
You'll get lost in his dark eyes.
He’s a heartthrob!  He’s addictive!  He’s a man!

How do you solve a problem like Darren?
How do you grab his shirt and pin him down?
How do you find a word describing Darren?
A player, a flirt, a king (of hearts).
Many a thing you’d love to hear him tell you
Many a thing you try to understand.
But how do you catch his eye?
Without him you know you’ll cry! 
How can one guy be so much in demand?
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Darren?
How do you let him know you think he’s grand?


© 2002 Sharon Rose 

**If you'd like to read the whole story behind this poem, go to:
Two Straws or One on my blog Asperger's Traits and Christian Living.**



            ~Spider~

O spindly-legged sequin,
Skittering across your
Threaded network of
Three thousand tiny trapezoids,

How nonchalantly you crochet 
A shimmering shroud for
An inopportunely inattentive insect!

© 1997 Sharon Rose 



                   ~Books on the Shelf~


Each book on the shelf stands proud, straight, and tall.
They hold records of gratitude, grandeur, and gall.
At a moment's quick notice, without one delay,
They will whisk a fond reader to lands far away.

A worn, sturdy book with letters of gold
Holds legends and fantasies - tales to be told.
A paperback novel gives thrilling romance.
A child's first reader helps scholars advance.

Detectives, adventurers, princes, and friends -
The author first breaks each, then skillfully mends.
Some words create laughter, but others bring tears.
Some words cause calamity, fiasco, and fears.

But every shelved volume, be thick, thin, or small,
Has a purpose - to tell thoughts of one to us all.
We need only accept what these pages can do,
And a world full of heroes can come to us too.

© 1998 Sharon Rose 



               ~In Rehearsal Hall~


I felt hot and sweaty, ruddy, and wet,
Not a bit pretty - I was fed up, you bet!
My tongue was so tired of singing, "La, la!"
My mouth felt sorry for laughing, "Ha, ha!"
The teacher was shouting, "Come on! Don't give up!
"Now, none of you pouting! Sing cheerily! Chin up!"



Who knew when we'd finish this dancing around?

The air became filled with melodious sounds

Of girls in their stocking feet - whirl, twirl, and stop!

Each voice sang a repeat. Come smiling, and hop!
"It's over. We made it!" Collapsing, all ten.
But our teacher cried, "Ready? Let's do it again!"

© 2000 Sharon Rose 


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