RAISED IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME

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    I was raised in an orphans home and I still remember the dear elderly lady that took care of us kids.

    RAISED IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME

    When I was three, till I was seven
    I lived in an orphanage some call heaven.

    Now you might not think that it was so much
    This big old house with a yard and such.

    And a heavenly gate with a hinge that squeaked
    My beautiful mansion had a roof that leaked.

    There was this angel, that also lived there
    She was so sweet and had soft graying hair.

    With her cookie jar, that was always so handy
    And a great big stock of pepperment candy.

    It didn't really matter how bad I had been
    What troubles and mischief that I would get in.

    Our old fashion kitchen was a beautiful place
    Reserved for me at our table of grace.

    She said we were spoiled and that I should know
    That she loved us dearly and enjoyed us so.

    We all had our small bit of "Heaven".
    When I was three, till I was seven.


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    WordSlinger commented on RAISED IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME

    11-16-2010

    Well written, I like the kitchen part, made me want cookies, :) thank you WS
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    duty

    11/18/2010

    Her voice was softly sweet and clear....Space limits what I could say..But she never had to twist my ear....No words were needed when we prayed.......GOD BLESS YOU ABUNDANTLY

    BlackButterfly1 commented on RAISED IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME

    11-15-2010

    Well written and wonderful rhyme scheme. It tells a story that's heartfelt and fun. I felt like a kid as I was reading it.
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    duty

    11/16/2010

    In youth I tread on wobbly feet....Sometimes, I'd trip and fall....And I will admit that many times....I didn't try at all....Now, God has lead the steps I take.....With His tender loving care....I thank the Lord with my humble heart.....He answers every prayer...

    Olan01 commented on RAISED IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME

    11-10-2010

    This is absolutely beautiful and it rolls off the tongue with perfect rhyme and meter, well done, indeed. I is going to my favorites. Olan.
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    duty

    11/10/2010

    I thank you my friend and God Bless You Abundantly.

    FranzJ commented on RAISED IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME

    11-07-2010

    unfourtante as it was - you seemed to turn out well
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    Teardrops commented on RAISED IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME

    11-07-2010

    You were truly blessed to have such love and care from a stand in mom . The poem does her honor and i know she is enjoying it no matter where she is thanks for a great read Marie
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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