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Author:  larry larry
E-mail:  lmooremnm@yahoo.com
Date:  5/8/2005 6:32:18 AM
Subject:  Old poems for new porch moms
Message:  These are old poems but some of you mothers may be new to the board. The first one is for a boy. The second is for a girl, just revised a little and the third one is one I revised for my priciple that just adopted a little boy nine days ago.
LL



THE QUIET ROOM

THE ROOM IS QUIET..... JUST MY BABY AND ME.
A FEW WEEKS ‘TILL HIS BIRTH THEN HIS FACE I WILL SEE.
WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR SEVERAL MONTHS NOW.
IT’S A FEELING UNMATCHED BUT I CAN’T EXPLAIN HOW.

THE ROOM IS QUIET,.... JUST MY BABY AND ME.
HE HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING. IT’S A LITTLE PAST THREE.
MR. SANDMAN WAS LATE BUT HE FINALLY CAME ‘ROUND.
T’WAS AN HOUR AGO BUT I CAN’T PUT HIM DOWN.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, MY LITTLE BOY IS IN BED.
HE LIES THERE SLEEPING; I STROKE HIS HEAD.
HE LOST HIS FIRST TOOTH, SAYS HIS SMILE LOOKS FUNNY.
HE’LL FEEL BETTER TOMORROW, WITH HIS “TOOTH FAIRY” MONEY.

THE CAR IS QUIET, IT’S HIS FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL.
“ I’LL BE O.K. MOM .” ( HE TRIES TO ACT COOL).
I WALK HIM TO CLASS, THEN KISS HIM GOOD-BY.
I RUN TO MY CAR WHERE I BREAK DOWN AND CRY.

THE ROOM IS NOT QUIET, AND NEITHER AM I!
HE’S FIVE MINUTES LATE AND I WANT TO KNOW WHY!
FIRST NIGHT WITH THE CAR, IT MAY BE HIS LAST!
GOD PLEASE GET HIM HOME, BUT DON’T LET HIM DRIVE FAST.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, TO COLLEGE HE’S GONE.
MUCH OF MY TIME IS SPENT BY THE PHONE.
PICTURES AND MEMENTOS HANG ON THE WALL.
YEARS HAVE GONE BY, GOD, I MISS THEM ALL.

THE WHOLE CHURCH IS QUIET, AS THEY SAY “I DO”.
MY TEARY EYES BECOME HARD TO SEE THROUGH.
THEY’RE BOTH STILL BABIES. TOO YOUNG TO DO THIS.
THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER, AS HE GIVES HER A KISS.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, JUST MY GRANDSON AND ME.
HE HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING. IT’S A LITTLE PAST THREE.
FUNNY, HOW IN LIFE, THINGS GO AROUND.
HE’S BEEN ASLEEP FOR AN HOUR, BUT I CAN’T PUT HIM DOWN.

                                                       
                                                     LARRY MOORE
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***    THE QUIET ROOM      ***

THE ROOM IS QUIET..... JUST MY BABY AND ME.
A FEW WEEKS ‘TILL HER BIRTH THEN HER FACE I WILL SEE.
WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR SEVERAL MONTHS NOW.
IT’S A FEELING UNMATCHED BUT I CAN’T EXPLAIN HOW.

THE ROOM IS QUIET,.... JUST MY BABY AND ME.
SHE HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING. IT’S A LITTLE PAST THREE.
MR. SANDMAN WAS LATE BUT HE FINALLY CAME ‘ROUND.
T’WAS AN HOUR AGO BUT I CAN’T PUT HER DOWN.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, MY LITTLE GIRL IS IN BED.
SHE LIES THERE SLEEPING; I STROKE HER HEAD.
SHE LOST HER FIRST TOOTH, SAYS HER SMILE LOOKS FUNNY.
SHE’LL FEEL BETTER TOMORROW, WITH HER “TOOTH FAIRY” MONEY.

THE CAR IS QUIET, IT’S HER FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL.
“ I’LL BE O.K. MOM .” ( SHE TRIES TO ACT COOL).
I WALK HER TO CLASS, THEN KISS HER GOOD-BY.
I RUN TO MY CAR WHERE I BREAK DOWN AND CRY.

THE ROOM IS NOT QUIET, AND NEITHER AM I!
SHE’S FIVE MINUTES LATE AND I WANT TO KNOW WHY!
FIRST NIGHT WITH THE CAR, IT MAY BE HER LAST!
GOD PLEASE GET HER HOME, BUT DON’T LET HER DRIVE FAST.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, TO COLLEGE SHE’S GONE.
MUCH OF MY TIME IS SPENT BY THE PHONE.
PICTURES AND MEMENTOS HANG ON THE WALL.
YEARS HAVE GONE BY, GOD, I MISS THEM ALL.

THE WHOLE CHURCH IS QUIET, AS THEY SAY “I DO”.
MY TEARY EYES BECOME HARD TO SEE THROUGH.
THEY’RE BOTH STILL BABIES. TOO YOUNG TO DO THIS.
THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER, AS HE GIVES HER A KISS.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, JUST MY GRANDCHILD AND ME.
SHE HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING. IT’S A LITTLE PAST THREE.
FUNNY, HOW IN LIFE, THINGS GO AROUND.
SHE’S BEEN ASLEEP FOR AN HOUR, BUT I CAN’T PUT HER DOWN.
                                   LARRY MOORE

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                         THE QUIET ROOM


THE ROOM IS QUIET..... JUST MY THOUGHTS RUNNING WILD.
A FEW DAYS FROM NOW, I’LL BE HOLDING MY CHILD.
THERE’S A LOT OF EXCITEMENT, A FEW MOMENTS OF FEAR.
OUR LIVES WILL BE CHANGING THE MOMENT HE’S HERE.

THE ROOM IS QUIET,.... JUST MY BABY AND ME.
HE HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING. IT’S A LITTLE PAST THREE.
MR. SANDMAN WAS LATE BUT HE FINALLY CAME ‘ROUND.
T’WAS AN HOUR AGO BUT I CAN’T PUT HIM DOWN.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, MY LITTLE BOY IS IN BED.
HE LIES THERE SLEEPING; I STROKE HIS HEAD.
HE LOST HIS FIRST TOOTH, SAYS HIS SMILE LOOKS FUNNY.
HE’LL FEEL BETTER TOMORROW, WITH HIS “TOOTH FAIRY” MONEY.

THE CAR IS QUIET, IT’S HIS FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL.
“ I’LL BE O.K. MOM .” ( HE TRIES TO ACT COOL).
I WALK HIM TO CLASS, THEN KISS HIM GOOD-BY.
I RUN TO MY CAR WHERE I BREAK DOWN AND CRY.

THE ROOM IS NOT QUIET, AND NEITHER AM I!
HE’S FIVE MINUTES LATE AND I WANT TO KNOW WHY!
FIRST NIGHT WITH THE CAR, IT MAY BE HIS LAST!
GOD PLEASE GET HIM HOME, BUT DON’T LET HIM DRIVE FAST.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, TO COLLEGE HE’S GONE.
MUCH OF MY TIME IS SPENT BY THE PHONE.
PICTURES AND MEMENTOS HANG ON THE WALL.
YEARS HAVE GONE BY, GOD, I MISS THEM ALL.

THE WHOLE CHURCH IS QUIET, AS THEY SAY “I DO”.
MY TEARY EYES BECOME HARD TO SEE THROUGH.
THEY’RE BOTH STILL BABIES. TOO YOUNG TO DO THIS.
THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER, AS HE GIVES HER A KISS.

THE ROOM IS QUIET, JUST MY GRANDSON AND ME.
HE HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING. IT’S A LITTLE PAST THREE.
FUNNY, HOW IN LIFE, THINGS GO AROUND.
HE’S BEEN ASLEEP FOR AN HOUR, BUT I CAN’T PUT HIM DOWN.

                                                       
                                                     LARRY MOORE



 Old poems for new porch moms by larry larry  at 5/8/2005 6:32:18 AM
 Re: Old poems for new porch moms by Kelli  at 5/8/2005 8:26:34 AM
 Re: Old poems for new porch moms by Karen R  at 5/8/2005 9:31:18 AM
 Re: Old poems for new porch moms by Texas2Step at 5/8/2005 2:13:31 PM
 Re: Old poems for new porch moms by Bob C at 5/8/2005 7:49:04 PM
 Re: Old poems for new porch moms by Joop at 5/8/2005 2:23:28 PM
 Re: Old poems for new porch moms by Lois at 5/9/2005 4:29:52 AM

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