Take time for tea and cookies, your busy schedule can wait;
Take time for tea and cookies…now… before it gets too late.
The steamy flavors of the tea will soothe your cares away,
And the cookie melting in your mouth will add a little sunshine to your day.
So, go ahead, make time for tea and cookies, and never regret the time you use;
For memories are made and dreams are built, in the quiet moments that you choose.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 10-13-13
There are two choices—which will you choose?
Your choice makes a difference—either you win or you lose.
In these two words—you make a choice to be,
Bound by one or by one set free.
Victim or Victor–which one are you?
The difference is in letters of two
A mentality of ” I’m” A mentality of “Or”
What do you say is at your core?
Are you a Victim or Victor? The choice is yours today
What will you think—What will you say?
Leona J. Atkinson 09-24-13
Autumn arrived yesterday all aglow
Dressed in red, orange, brown and yellow
A pallet of color she held in her hand
and she used it to change the scape of my land.
A bounty of fruit she left in her wake
the abundance of which I could freely take
Color so vibrant brought my senses alive
Autumn! I am so glad you chose to arrive!
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-23-13
Fall’s entrance was dramatic!
She certainly let us know she had arrived!
Gusts of wind and drops of rain quite climatic,
Showed us Fall had been revived.
She continued most of the day,
Her rampant weather to bestow,
And then summer jumped Into the fray
With a beautiful sunny rainbow!
But summer had to leave at last,
For her days are now all done.
And Fall returned with a chilly blast,
As her reign officially begun.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-22-13
First Day of Fall 2013
On this day, in the morn,
Fourty short years ago,
A tiny child was born.
On this day in the morn,
The title Mom was first worn,
And I was all aglow,
On this day in the morn,
Fourty short years ago.
Triolet
September 21, 1973,
Was quite a special day for me.
It was a day like no other,
For that’s when I first became a mother.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-21-13
Happy 40th Birthday to my daughter!
It’s done. It’s over,
The locks lay in piles on the floor.
The curls of contention,
Are no more.
Pushed to the breaking point,
He gave in.
He gave up the hair he loved,
And the dream he held within.
To conform to others wishes,
He put his feelings aside.
He became their new person,
While his real identity died.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-15-13
Dedicated to my grandson Dylan
I hear chirping in the meadow,
I run quickly to see!
Have the little songbirds returned?
Oh really, can it be?
Am I once again to be blessed,
by the sweet, cheerful sounds,
of the little creatures singing,
among the reeds that grace the grounds?
Ah, yes, I see a flutter, a movement on a reed!
But, now the chirping sounds alarming,
And causes me to wonder indeed!
The song is not one so charming,
but one full of alarm and fright.
A clear sound of warning,
a chirp commanding quick flight!
Then, out of the corner of my eye,
I see a movement in the grass.
What is out there in the meadow?
Something that seems to trespass…
Aha! Tis the neighbor’s cat,
Seeking to find the sound that she too heard.
She left her perch whereupon she sat,
to discover the chirping bird!
Now, this story has a happy ending,
of which I am glad indeed!
For the little bird took flight,
before the cat reached it’s reed!
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-05-13
I am thankful for my hands.
They do so much for me each day.
They are my handy helpers,
While at work or at play.
I often don’t give them notice,
Or the credit they are due.
But they shouldn’t be taken for granted,
For its amazing to think of all they do!
So today I wrote a list,
Of how their day was spent.
From the time I rose up,
Until to bed I went.
I was pretty humbled,
To see all they did for me.
In the time frame of a day,
So much activity!
So I want to give them thanks,
And appreciation for each task.
They should never be taken for granted,
These hands who perform without bring asked !
Pushed—Opened—Grabbed—Held—Pulled—Twisted—Set—Turned—Reached—Spread—Carried—Lifted—Wiped
Washed—Dried—Brushed—Tied—Turned–Typed—Pointed—Clasped—Scanned—Folded—Waved–Touched—Picked
Patted—Petted—Smoothed—Cut—Banged—Shut—Threw—Pasted—Sprinkled–Mashed—Fed—Scooped—Wrote—Texted—Rested
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 08-27-13
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An interesting day.
I learned a thing or two.
I did something,
I thought I’d never do.
I took the challenge.
I fiercely saw it through.
This made an ordinary day,
Into something quite brand new.
Opportunity visited,
And I made my debut.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 08-11-13
“Take time to smell the flowers.”
My dad used to always say.
Stop in the middle if your busy life,
And take some time to pray.
Cease your constant rushing,
And focus on today.
For you often miss what’s important,
As you hurry along the way.
Your life will be much richer,
If you take some time each day,
To stop, look, and listen,
To what the things around you convey.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson
08-02-13
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