Biography of patricia merritt
Married have four children and nine grandchildren.
My grandchildren inspire me to write, watch them playing, how they inneract with their siblings and other children.
I wrote the poem 'Little One', I was inspired by a
photograph that was taken of her sleeping on a white satin pillow. 'PaPas Knee' watching their grandpa rocking one of the other grandbabys on his lap.
These and other poems are written by watching and listening to them, my grandchildren.
patricia merritt Poems
True friend offer gum not cigarettes. True friend offer soda
Stands for strength Waves for courage And freedom
Spirit Of A Child
A Mother holds her son close to her chest. Tears role down her cheek, knowing he will be at rest.
Eyes Of An Angel
Children at play on merrygorounds, happy and laughing no pushing no fighting not kicking one to the ground.
With Open Arms
A child needs love they come to us from above, When they come to you with a scrapped knee you pick them up so tenderly.
I known you for a short time, But I can say you were my friend.
Day Of Sorrow
Two black jets destroyed our buildings. We lost our friends and our famalies.
He came to us from above We welcome him with so much love.
They took you away from us, we care and love you. We still have your favorite toys, stuffed animals too.
Sick and frail we pray she be well. A lot of pain she not
To cradle to hold to love They're so small To rock them to sleep Need to be close to you
Home from work tired and hungry, he always makes time for his grandbaby's, to sit them upon his knee.
We fought, we argued thru the years. We nicpick, we teased We did not share.
Holds her child close feels their pain and comforts them.
My little boy has grown to
a fine man.
A father a brother a strong
A brother to one who looks
Little ones who love you.
It's your day.
Happy Fathers Day