My mom’s day of birth.
She is no longer here on earth.
Heaven celebrates
Her presence within its gates.
I remember her and give thanks.
In remembrance of my Mom who was born August 25, 1915 and passed into heaven October 10, 2001
Tanka
Leona J. Atkinson 08-25-13
The fireworks are over,
The celebrations cease.
Independence Day has passed,
Patriotism tends to decrease.
Yet, Old Glory still stands waving,
For she celebrates freedom everyday.
Her Stars and Stripes fly freely,
Unflurried, come what may.
May her presence daily remind us,
To value our liberty.
Let’s choose to celebrate everyday,
We live in this Home of the Free!
Leona J. Atkinson
07-05-13
Dark gray clouds hang overhead,
Their presence threatens to bring
An end to outdoor plans for the day,
Ominously, they hover and cling.
Everyone plans to seek cover,
If raindrops begin to fall.
Silently some sit, watch and wait,
While others gather to cover all.
The gray clouds slowly drift north,
Away from our area of concern.
White clouds reveal a sunny sky,
Sighs release, and smiles return.
Plans once again move forward,
As there’s no rain in sight.
The picnic proceeds outdoors in the park,
Stopping only as day turns into night.
Leona J. Atkinson
06-19-13
Little bush I know not your name,
Though twice a day I pass you by.
May I stop to admire you,
Who I can’t identify?
For your presence brightens up my path,
As I walk along the way,
and your white starry blossoms,
Seem to only flower in May.
Thanks for the beauty you add to my day!
Leona J. Atkinson
05-04-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 