Jacquie StewartHeimann

Jacquie StewartHeimann Poems

I glance down and smile
My little girl looks at me
In my best dress and shoes
Red lipstick on her grinning face
...

(To TC upon her graduation)

Fearful steps
Great unknown
...

White and fluffy, sailing through the sky
Images of our childhood dreams
A fiery dragon, a pirate ship
An angel with gossamer wings
...

I turn on the TV and what do I see
Tons of disasters blaring at me
Murder and rapists, bombs and attacks
What in the world can I say about that
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Cry me a river
Then sing out a song
Go celebrate life
After I'm gone
...

6.

Like two leaves
Gently swirling, twirling
Briefly touching
Floating through the air
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7.

Best friends
Once close
Drift away
Why?
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As I stood staring at the trees
Devoid of color, empty of leaves
I feel a great sadness and depression
Could this be one of lifes' little lessons
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They look down
Tears fall
Sadness overwhelms
The deaths, the tragedies, the strife
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Sun peeks, moon sets
Scented evergreens sway softly
Hushed silence, muffled footsteps
An eagle calls from overhead
...

Cassie stands there
Fair of face
Kind and true
Full of grace
...

Dedicated to Tabitha Marie Utzig, Age 4

I slept with my favorite toys
Went swinging in the park
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A new day dawns with colors red
The morning creeps across the bed

As I arise to start the day
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The searing sun beats down
A birds cry shrieks from overhead
The silence stretches out...
Broken by the shout 'Batter Up! '
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Attachments made
As years go by
First friends, then family
Laughter shared
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16.

It's time to celebrate a life
That's spanned a lot of years
Full of love and family
Good times, laughs and tears
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17.

The wind moans through brittle cracks
A quiet scraping at the panes
Outside a desolate, barren land
And a solitary ravaged tree
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We’ve reached the twilight of our years
Outside the cold wind blows
But on the hearth a fire burns
And bathes us in its glow
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A song by my niece Tabitha, Age 7,2014

Walking down the street and
I see you and my heart beats
...

He sits and stares
The paper crisp and clean
His mind in chaos
A torrent of words and sound
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Jacquie StewartHeimann Biography

My favorite and my Inspiration! We are Seven - - - - A Simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; - Her beauty made me glad. 'Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be? ' 'How many? Seven in all, ' she said And wondering looked at me. 'And where are they? I pray you tell.' She answered, 'Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. 'Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.' 'You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven! - I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.' Then did the little Maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.' 'You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are alive; If two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five.' 'Their graves are green, they may be seen, ' The little Maid replied, 'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. 'My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. 'And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. 'The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. 'So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. 'And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' 'How many are you, then, ' said I, 'If they two are in heaven? ' Quick was the little Maid's reply, 'O Master! we are seven.' 'But they are dead; those two are dead! Their spirits are in heaven! ' 'Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, 'Nay, we are seven! ' by William Wordsworth)

The Best Poem Of Jacquie StewartHeimann

Just Like You!

I glance down and smile
My little girl looks at me
In my best dress and shoes
Red lipstick on her grinning face
Look mommy, I'm just like you!

I look up and smile
My daughter twirls around
Her prom dress swirling around her feet
So beautiful, so grown-up
Look momma, I'm just like you!

I look in the mirror and smile
My daughter smiles back at me
So radiant in her wedding dress
So glowing, so in love
Look mom, I'm just like you!

I look down and smile
Gently touch my daughter's sweaty brow
Gently touch the soft newborn's cheek
Sweet, innocent new girl
Look mom, I'm just like you!

I look up and smile
My family looks down at me
Daughter, granddaughter, great-granddaughter
Gently they whisper good-bye
Look mom, we're just like you.

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