Three Older Ladies

Three older ladies get together for tea

But they end up with coffee, because it always comes free....

With the mini breakfast that runs $1.99

They always giggle and say, That’s just fine….

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They’re searching for coffee shops

They know it will cost more

For that special cup of coffee

That they just adore….

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But until they find that special one

They’ll get together to laugh and have fun....

On Wednesday morning, when the sun begins to shine

Us three older ladies, we certainly look fine…..

by judy schuster

Birthdays

Birthdays come but once a year…
You’ll always be a friend so dear….

You worry that your getting old…..
It’s all in your mind, that’s what I’m told…..

Age is just a number, friend
Your body work, your legs they bend….

So toss that old word out the door….
For I’m here to help you celebrate many more….

Me and Grandpa Mux

Me and my grandpa Mux

went fishing in the lake....

He would bring the fishing poles

and I would bring the bait....

I always caught the biggest fish

for frying in the pan....

We'd take it home for supper

to eat with bread and jam....

My Grandma & Me.....

I dream of the old days

when I was just a kid...

When Grandma would tell me

what a great job I did...

Grandma lived with us for a while

she could always make me smile...

Sometimes I would sass her

and tell her a fib...

Now that wasn't very smart

but I was just a kid...

She was very generous

on trips she would buy...

Me storybook dolls

and I'll tell you why...

Because she loved me

and wanted me to be...

The best little girl

she knew I could be...

The neighbor kids.....

The neighbor kids
Come down to play

On a warm and sunny
Summer day

We would each get into
The small wash tub

With a splish and a splash
And sometimes a shove

With our suits stretched out
And hanging down

The shower cap made
Me look like a clown

The tub was small
And we squeezed in three

Duane and Carol
And there always was me

My Great Grandpa Pete

My great grandpa Pete

was a handsome man

I would look into his eyes

and somehow understand

His hair was all white

and his eyes powder blue

He spoke only German

but I always knew

That he loved me for you see

he would always share his rock candy with me

He gave me a doll

with a painted face.

It was made of oil cloth

and had no lace.

It is torn and ripped

but that doesn't matter to me

Because when I look at that doll

it brings back a memory

My only memory

of my great grandpa Pete

My doll and my candy

now isn't that SWEET?

The Red Bird...

A Red bird on the wire so high…..
Was he singing just for me?….
He sang a song, while looking around….
To see what he could see….
A big black box was staring him down…..
And of course that would be me….
With camera in hand, I caught his eye….
The Red bird on the wire so high….