Jim Yerman Poems

I think of parenting as an art…parents are artists without constraints…whose children are blank canvases on which to apply their paint.

We remember how we also started as a blank canvas…years ago…and thus…we paint ideals and morals and values on our children…as our parents painted them on to us.
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As I watched her flutter…then perch upon a flower…I found myself infatuated…and I began to wonder why on Earth…were butterflies created?

Perhaps they were created to make us all aware…there is magic in the world…and beauty everywhere.
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There was this old couple walking on the beach…an old Grandma and Grandpa…and the more they walked the more they smiled at all the wondrous things they saw.

For they realized as they walked the beach…free of borderlines and fences
How one simple walk along the beach is a treat for all the senses..
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Forty-six cents doesn't seem like much when looking at the vastness of the universe…
It's the amount of change you might find in your sofa, in your pocket or at the bottom of your purse.

But the other day, behind the counter, selling books in our bookstore…
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Today, Christmas Day, I offer a Christmas prayer…with hope it finds its way
to every person in the world…even those who don't celebrate Christmas Day.

It's a prayer for the children but written to the adults…
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I grew up believing the fairy tales and stories I was told…
I believed if I could make it over the rainbow…I'd find a pot of gold.

At the end of December this year I will be turning 70 year old…
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I mentioned I am thankful for my house, my friends and how important they are to me…
Today I'd like to add how I'm thankful for my family.

I'm thankful for my parents, my brothers, my children, my grandchildren…my wife…
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Our Thanksgiving preparations were going smoothly…we had no reason to protest
until, that is, the arrival of some uninvited guests.

You see this year we decided to buy a pie…billed as world famous…best in show…
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How lucky are we to live in a world with love as its foundation…
A love that's universal…but with infinite variations.

For instance…there's the love we have for our family, our friends…
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Working behind the counter of a bookstore I have a chance to look…
to browse among our shelves and find the oldest books

I love the feel of them in my hands, to gently turn their pages and what's more
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