Treasure Island

Connie Webb


Poems of Connie Webb

81. Raising Teens 3/24/2006
82. Remembering him 8/26/2006
83. Saying Good-Bye To My Therapist 7/18/2006
84. Self-Worth 1/5/2013
85. Solitude 4/11/2006
86. Something Profound To Say 4/13/2007
87. Spring Rain In Northern California 4/2/2006
88. Spring's Almost Here 4/9/2006
89. Standing Up For Myself 1/7/2009
90. Still 4/15/2006
91. Strength 4/11/2010
92. That One Word 11/5/2009
93. That Voice 2/3/2010
94. The Bone Density Test 4/4/2006
95. The Christmas Wrapping Paper 3/28/2006
96. The Last Poem? 3/31/2007
97. The Mother's Day Plant 5/6/2006
98. The Mushrooms 3/25/2006
99. The Smiling Path 1/26/2008
100. The Suitor 3/24/2006

Christmas

She still likes Christmas even though she ain’t religious
She likes gathering around the lighting of the big tree
With dressed up in velvet carolers singing joyously.

She likes the parade with lighted trucks and candy canes
The walks around town in winter nights
While looking at all the glowing lights.

The decorations are in stores way too soon

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