GRANDPA

Grandpa has a car

A nice old red car

He loves to take it for a long drive

He calls the car, Missy

No one but Grandpa is allowed to take Missy for a drive

Grandpa has a cat

She is very furry and fat

She loves to eat the rats

I really don’t like cats

But I like Grandpa’s cat

Grandpa misses Grandma

He wrote her a song

She’s been gone for so long

I heard she’s dinning with the angels

I have never met my Grandma

My Grandpa is very old

His age I’ve not been told

I really do miss my Grandpa

He gives the best hugs

I can’t wait to visit Grandpa this Christmas!

By Sylvia Chika

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YOU SEE ME IN A WAY I DON’T SEE ME

You see me in a way I don’t see me

How do you do that?

I don’t even see me that way

The things you say…

…they sound good

They put me in a good mood

How do you do that?

You speak kind words

You make me feel good

You make me look good

You tell me nice things

You make me believe I have wings

Wings to fly

To fly high

You make me want to try

Try to be a better version of me

Why?

Why do you see me this way?

You amaze me!

Thank you!

I’m grateful!

I’m thankful!

Thank you for seeing me in a way I don’t see me!

Thank you for believing in me!

Thank you for encouraging me!

Thank you for accepting me!

Thank you for being you!

By Sylvia Chika

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THE SOWER

She gathered her seeds

Her seeds of good deeds

It was time to plant again

The season for sowing

She scouted around for good land

Seeds in her hand

She walked in love

In search of good soil

Not too much toil

Very little sweat

She found her land

Good, fertile soil

She planted the seeds

The seeds of kindness

Seeds of good deeds

She watered them with love

Selfless love

Pure love

Soil wet

She watched them grow

Beautiful trees so tall and strong

Spring green leaves

Sweet and juicy fruits

What a great harvest!

She filled her bags

And strolled off in joy

Some she kept

< So much left >

Some she gave

< It still remained >

Some she sowed

< And the cycle continued >

With great joy, she sowed again

With great joy, she harvested

The story of the sower

The sower of good deeds

By Sylvia Chika

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THE BEACH AT NIGHT

She ran!

Away from the noise

Away from all her troubles

Away from her sorrows

Away from their judgmental stares

The useless side talks

The back biting

She ran!

Away from it all

And into the warm embrace of the night

The road was lonely

But she cared not

It was just what she needed

The beauty of silence

Peace

She arrived at her destination

Her place of solace

Her favorite spot

Her favorite time of the day

The beach at night

Beautiful it was

She loved the beach at night

No one in sight

Just right!

She inhaled the salty air

And exhaled the foul air of strife

Just what she needed

It was cold

But she cared not

The peace felt like a warm blanket around her

She needed this

The ocean was magnificent

It brought joy to her soul

She smiled at its powerful waves

They beat hard against the face of the ocean

They spoke kind words to her

And approached her feet in submission

Kissing the shoreline

This thrilled her

She sat before it

Savoring her few hours of bliss and solitude

She looked up at the moon and smiled

The moon smiled back at her

Her night friend

He loved her frequent visits here

She loved them too

The perfect therapy!

She tried to bury all sad thoughts

The drama and pain she left behind

She deserved this peace

Tomorrow she’ll fight again

But tonight she would savor this beautiful view

And drink it all in…sweet peace!

By Sylvia Chika

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The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea. - Isak Dinesen

My Morning Treat

I cradle you in my palms

Pretty you in a lovely…

...Mmm…

The sensation

Your warmth

You make me feel just right

You are just where I want you

Right here!

So right!

You make me smile

I’m so glad I have you

My morning treat!

I lick my lips in anticipation

Just you and I

The bond we share

I lead you to my lips

That smell…just right!

Intoxicated by your captivating smell

I bring you closer to my lips

Through my lips and down my throat

My sweet coffee!

Perfect delight!

My every morning treat!

By Sylvia Chika

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JUST HER

The silence made her pause in the doorway

It was strangely quiet

It was never quiet on a day like this

She felt the little drops of sweat roll down her face

Something was wrong

She could feel it

Where was everyone?

Had they left her?

Had everyone moved on?

Had the rapture taken place here?

She felt so alone

No one to laugh with

No one to hug

No one!

Just her!

She looked around

The room was empty

It was a bit dark

She wasn’t afraid

She was just sad

She hated being alone

It was her birthday

Her day!

She didn’t deserve to be alone

She was home

But this didn’t feel like home

No one was here

Had everyone forgotten it was her birthday?

How could they…?

Tears welled up in her eyes

The tears felt hot

She felt hurt

She didn’t expect so much

She just expected a little love

A hug

A joke

An evening with the people that mean so much to her

Her eyes and nose struck a good deal

They were leaking uncontrollably

She sniffed!

And then she sniffed again!

She could smell something yummy

It smelled like roasted…

Roasted turkey?

That was odd!

Did they leave something in the oven?

How careless?!

Now, she was sad and upset!

So she followed the smell

It led her to the kitchen

And then….

…they all screamed…

…HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By Sylvia Chika

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DIALOGUE

I know me

I’ve known me for a while now

I know what I’ve done

I’m not proud of me

I’m not proud of the things I’ve done

I’m not proud of the life I’ve lived

I’m not proud of the person I’ve become

I’m not so nice

I’ve done very ugly things

I’m not worthy to stand before you

You should hear what they say about me

The nasty names they call me

The way they treat me

I’m a sinner!

You don’t want someone like me

No one wants someone like me

I’m better off in the shadows of my past

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you

Before you were born I set you apart

I have loved you with an everlasting love

Turn back to me with your whole heart

I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions for my own sake

    And remembers your sins no more

Forget the former things

    Do not dwell on the past

See, I am doing a new thing!

I will build you up again

I have called you by your name

You are mine

You have been honored

And I have loved you

Therefore I will give men for you

And people for your life

Fear not, for I am with you

All the words in red are words from The Bible

Inspired By the Holy Spirit

Written By Sylvia Chika

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