Poems for Breast Cancer Awareness

GRANDMA’S FRIED POTATOES

When the Grandkids come to dinner at my
house now and then, there’s sure one
thing on which they all agree.

The kind of meat we have don’t seem to
matter very much, as long as fried
potatoes they can see.

Cause every time I ask them what they
would like to eat, my fried potatoes
always top that list.

And Brad, my youngest Grandson, informed
me on the phone, how very much my
cooking they all miss.

Cause since they haven’t eaten at my house
for a while, these fried potatoes
they don’t ever get.

He said Mom’s got my recipe and he can’t
understand, why she has never
fixed them for him yet.

And the way he threw that hint at me
was really pretty neat, cause for
them I don’t have a recipe.

And though he was quite subtle and of
course somewhat discreet, I still
got that big hint he threw at me.

So I must have them over to my house
very soon, and fix for them their
very favorite treat.

Though I too, try to stay away from fried
foods like their Mom, I can’t resist
a subtle hint that sweet.

by Patricia Capansky

ED

I know someone who can say, the
thing that really made his day was
skiing around a little cove and
showing off while his best
friend drove.

While he was on that little ski trip, he
cut loose from an outside whip. He
crossed those little trees like a
tank then he skied over that
two foot bank.

The skis stayed on for quite a while, but then he
crashed in a big brush pile, he was all scratched
up one side and back and looked like
he’d been mauled by a cat.

He came to the camper for me to see and said,
“Look here what happened to me,” and I was
as angry as I could be so he didn’t get
much sympathy.

And being angry, I wasn’t that soft and I said,
“It wouldn’t happen if you wasn’t showing off.”
When he didn’t get what he was after, all of
our friends cracked up with laughter;

And they still laugh when they think of me,
not giving him that much sympathy. Now
to put this little story to bed, for you to
understand, you’d just have to know Ed.

by Patricia Capansky

A PERFECT DAY

You’re as lovely as the flowers
that are blooming
in the spring.

You’re as fresh as all their petals
that’s been washed
by gentle rain.

You’re as bright as rays of sunshine
that clears the
rain away.

You’re a part of everything it
takes to make
a perfect day.

You’re still as lovely in the fall
when snow is on
the ground;

Although the smell of spring is
gone and flowers
aren’t around.

You still can brighten up my
skies, when the heavens
turned to grey;

You’re a part of everything
it takes to make
a perfect day.

You’re always with me in my
heart, no matter
where I go,

And whether near or far
apart I wanted
you to know.

The best way I can tell you,
is to come right out
and say,

You’re a part of everything
it takes to make
a perfect day.

by Patricia Capansky

The following two poems were generously submitted by Sharla Rymer. Thank you for sharing Sharla.

Thank You

I may not be
your daughter by blood,
but today you’ve showed me
the meaning of love

My father is not here
because of illness,
but you walked with me,
showing your strong willingness

I know that we have
not had the best of days,
but today I’m hoping
we can agree the same way

You mean to me as much
as my father does,
Because I know that you are
as strong as he once was

I wish he was here,
to hold me near
but, I knew you would do this
without any fear

I want to thank you
today,
for doing the honor
of giving me away

So thank you
for helping us
with our special day

by Sharla Rymer

Always and Forever

Take this here
This here is my heart
To guard and cherish it
I trust you with it
From this day forward
I pledge my love to you my dear
Take this here
This here is my heart
And it`s yours
Forever and always
Always and forever

Sharla Rymer

Angels Hide

Angels hide
where we can`t see,
I know you hide
away from me,

But still I know
you see me here,
and I also
feel you near,

We miss you
just like yesterday,
The pain we cannot
hide away,

Stay close to us
the only way
that you can do
sweet angel boy

xxxx

by Kerry Greenaway

THE BOAT

Sometimes when I’ve been out in the boat I’ve often
wondered how it stayed afloat, cause out in the
middle of the lake I’ve been and come to find
out, the plug’s not in.

The one who’s supposed to take care of it,
sometimes I think just up and quit. He just
gets started on something new and then
forgets what he’s supposed to do.

And I’ll ask him time and time again, “Are
you real sure that the boat plug’s in?” He’ll
swear that he did not forget but the stuff
on the floor’s already wet.

He looks at me like he thinks I’m dumb when I ask him
where that water came from, and when everything’s
tied up with a rope and there’s the two guys
bailing out the boat;

Then I know what it was all about when I couldn’t
get that boat to plane out, so now he
takes the boat around and I take
the pickup on solid ground.

by Patricia Capansky

THE LITTLE ARTIST

While texting with my Granddaughter
just the other day,
she’s getting ready to run errands,
while her daughter is at play.

Her Husband’s gone to work;
she’s trying to get done,
and with no one there to help her,
there’s just too much going on.

As soon as she is set to go,
her Daughter will be next,
but things just didn’t go as planned,
according to her text.

Sofia’s very quiet Shauna thinks,
that’s really strange,
and after checking things all out,
her schedule she must change.

She got an early start on things
and she could not believe,
she’d have to bathe Sofia
before they both could leave.

The reason she was quiet involved
some markers that she had,
and the way her Mommy talked,
she was colored up quite bad.

On her forearms to her elbows,
to the palms of both her hands,
she shows her pretty artwork,
while before her Mom she stands.

Her palms were fully covered
with purple, red and blue,
and as if that were not enough,
she used a green one too.

But if Mommy said, “Sofia,”
I can see that little Dear,
hold both hands out and then say “Cheese,”
and smile from ear to ear.

So now it’s to the bathtub
for this child of almost two,
to wash off shades of red and purple
and shades of green and blue.

And of course Great Grandma had to laugh
about our little Honey,
but her Mommy at that busy time
didn’t think it was so funny.

When her Mommy wants to take a picture,
she will say, “Sofia,”
and Sofia will always say, “Cheese,”
and smile great big.

This time Mommy didn’t have the camera
while Sofia kept holding out her hands
and saying, “Pretty Mommy, pretty.”
Of course Mommy’s answer was, “Not pretty Sofia.”

I still think
it’s funny every time I think about it,
and I think Mommy has come around
a little bit now also.

by Patricia Capansky

A POEM FOR CHRIS

He’s my Granddaughter’s Husband,
he’s also her best friend,
but I never was around him much
until this past weekend.

The breakfast and the tacos
that he fixed for us were great
and if we needed anything,
he didn’t hesitate.

So I’m thinking this guy’s really good
but then here comes the hitch,
when his wife starts to tell the tale
of their cars starter switch.

It seems the way the story went,
the starter switch was bad
so Chris not real sure where that was,
decides to ask his Dad;

And from their conversation,
he really thought he knew,
the part he should be looking for
and just what he should do.

So he pulled a part out of the car
but imagine his surprise,
when he took it to the parts store
and the look in that clerk’s eyes.

Cause the windshield wiper motor
was the part that Chris took in
and I’ll bet that clerk tried really hard
to not crack a huge grin.

So here’s Chris at the parts store,
bless his little heart,
just bravely standing in that store
holding the wrong part.

But all of us have made mistakes
of which we’re not real proud,
and all of us have done things
that make people laugh out loud.

So as an automobile mechanic Chris,
you didn’t have much luck,
but you can stick to cooking
cause at that you sure don’t suck.

by Patricia Capansky

Here’s another beautiful poem that was submitted by Patricia Capansky. I think we can all relate to it at one point in our lives, and often times, more than just once.

TROUBLED TIMES

There are so many things Dear Lord,
we may not understand
and with so very many things
we need a helping hand.

That’s why we need Your guidance Lord
in everything we do
‘cause in these troubled times,
Dear Lord our only hope is You.

If it’s God’s will,
You answer prayer without reservation
and we know deep down inside Dear Lord
that you’re our one salvation.

The love and mercy that you’ve shown
is all that pulls us through,
so in these troubled times
our only hope is you.

And Lord while you watch over us
down here on this earth,
You’ve blessed us with so many things,
much more than we are worth.

So when we’re lifted up to Heaven
on those angel wings
and hear the Heavenly Voices
as your Choir of Angels sings;

Then our prayers have been answered
the last prayer has come true,
‘cause in these troubled times Dear Lord,
we’re going home with you.

by Patricia Capansky

Crazy Old Me

Dear crazy old me
You don’t know how I feel but that’s ok with me.
You think you know everything but you don’t know anything.
All I ask from you is that you act the way you should
and not how old you want to be.
I like the new me now.
And no one can take that away from me.
Not even you.
So do yourself a favor
and stop tryin to destroy my life
Crazy old me

by Roman C.