Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Merry, Merry Christmas
It is a joyous time of year
The sounds of Christmas
Are reverberating in my ear
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Jet-black curls framed her tanned face
Her pleasant nature was like a sun filled day
She was a friend who cared and listened.
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A bouncing rubber ball filled with air
Is an object of skill for amusement.
Playing catch; pay attention… prepare.
Hits of untamed aims, you must prevent.
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True story…

For years I have experienced bizarre occurrences.
These incidents keep my mind whirling in a spin.
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Why did your mommy tuck
You into a bed of yuck?
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Today marks the start of my Mom’s stay.
She would have been ninety-six on this day.
There are many things that she has missed.
She can not observe the long continuing list.
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Your love outshines the radiance of the sun
Your understanding lifts the woes of trepidation
Your gentle strength is an inspiration to everyone
You have the willingness to help without hesitation
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Girls who have a natural curl
to their hair are completely
agitated with the bending trend...
they heat their flat iron discreetly
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Setting a goal is something that we all need to do
Mark an ex on the calendar; select a time to arrive
With purpose, you explore and start something new
You will experience valuable lessons as you strive
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Receiving a shower invitation requiring
a response… won't you come and join us
for fun and activities honoring the bride to be
starting a new adventure… make it a success
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