Muscatine

Handprints on the Wall
Author Unknown




One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the floor.


I knew that it was something
that I'd seen most every day
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.


Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn't last
for every grandma knows,
her grandchildren grow up way too fast.


Just then I put my chores aside
and held my grandchildren tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.


Sometimes we take for granted
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God's great treasures.....
a small handprint on the wall.

Re: Lard

By-unknown

I think that it is not that hard
To write a poem denouncing lard
It's gonna get your tummy achin
If you eat much - (forget the bacon)
Shortening's bad - and you will rue it
If you eat dumplings made from suet
Lard is a narsty word to utter
My adipose-clad heart's a-flutter
But is it really worse than butter?

I bet you can not guess how many times my kids have told me things sure were not that way when we were growing up after one of the grand-kids got away with something. I just say, you are right and I have finally learned that it really is not that important as I thought it was.