LOGICAL ATTRACTION

LOGICAL ATTRACTION

What is it about hot water that attracts

the incessant ringing of the phone?

Have you ever noticed that all can be quiet

till that longed for cuppa is about to be poured,

or the tub is hot and foamy, 

just crying out for your aching body 

to soak in it's depth?

And what is more attractive to the jangling monster

than a freshly mopped floor,

preferably one on which you've lavished

lovely hot suds.. and have just stepped over..

always to the opposite side to the phone!

Surely then, it is only drawing a logical conclusion

to say that hot water is attracted to the telephone!

©Crissouli 1983

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A CHILD'S PRAYER

A CHILD'S PRAYER

 Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer

and take me in your arms

this pain is now more than I can bear..

Please show me the promise of your Psalms.

You promised you'd be my Shepherd

that you would lead me all the way

Please, Jesus, let me come home to rest..

let this sickness go away.

My Mummy and Daddy cry a lot

I hate to see them so very sad..

Please, Jesus, if I lived with you

Maybe they wouldn't feel so bad.

You said "Suffer little children

to come unto me.."

Jesus, please take me home again

and then I would be free.

I have no fear of Heaven..

I know it will be a warm and loving place

Let me farewell my loving family

and enter your sweet embrace.

© Crissouli April 1983

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NATURE'S JEWELS

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NATURE'S JEWELS

Softly, gently, they floated down

Shades of red and golden brown

Dancing, prancing, upon the breeze

Forming carpets with the greatest of ease.

This way, that way, over there

Till nowhere is a space to spare

Crunching, rustling beneath my feet

Piling upon the garden seat.

Crisp, fresh breezes touched my cheek

As if warmer places they did seek.

Winter can't be far away

When autumn leaves come down to play!

©Crissouli May 2007

BUT FOR THE LOVE OF A CHILD

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BUT FOR THE LOVE OF A CHILD

Precious though it is

We take for granted

The love a child has to give.

We brush aside

Their tiny hurts and bruises

We do not see their quivering lips.

Other things take over

Adult worries multiply

Till all the world seems at war.

A child does see

Much more than you and I

For he can see the games we play.

He understands

When all seems blue

That it really isn’t so.

A little pat

A moistened smile,

The sky turns blue again… and all is well.

(c)Crissouli