Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Initialised by a true story I read. - ''Emotional Alert'' , it IS a 'tear jerker' RUN, SHAY, RUN. My son had trouble walking, Faulty co-ordination, Inclusion, NOT rejection w elcomed,  No agitation. While out for stroll in parkland, A baseball game in play, By guys, knew th'situation, Would they include my Shay? He asked me IF they'd let him, Deep down, I sensed they'd not, As caring dad, with caution, Did ask, response, I got. "We're losing by six runs just now, Eighth innings on, but wait, We'll try to let him bat the ninth, Can't do much worse now, mate" Shay struggled to the team bench, Donned team shirt, smile SO wide, MY eyes were sopping wet,  Though m y heart, for team, had pride. Ninth innings, Shay did don a glove , In right field, he did play, His joyous smile, ACCEPTANCE, Though no hits came his way. At bottom of ninth innings, His team did score anew, Two outs and bases loade...

  Lily pads cover the pond Some flowers a-sprouting too, All that's missing, - Toad or frog, To croak "hello" to you. How do they float on water face? 'Tis 'optical illusion', They're 'ttached to stems with roots down deep, To give your first conclusion. The leaves look fragile laying there, As if they'd sink, with weight, Though aqua reptiles, ready tongues, Like hungry reprobate, Upon the leaf-pads settle, Not worried, they'd collapse, Instead, they choose their menu As passing fliers, entraps.

Some people, when they change their life To follow Creator God, They quickly 'fall' to sin again, And need a nudging prod To take a step back, start anew,  Oft times rededicate Their lives to Him, with promises To live His way, so great. Rededication, though, is not A real necessity, Just think, whene'er we work the land And then come in, for tea. We WASH the dirt that is ingrained Into the pores of hand, Then start afresh to rectify To do that which was planned And so within the life of man Whene'er we fall, to sin, Rededication's not required Re-let our Saviour in. All that's required is contrite heart, Forgiveness, ask, from Him, So reDEVOTE yourself to Him Just as you did before Then continue with strength and trust, 'till you reach Heavens door,

  { composed within a few minutes after a letter about political choice, on the 'All Poetry' site } No matter WHAT the answer Please use REALITY, For th'answer WILL be different For him, her, thee or me. Depending on your background, The way that you were raised, Will show that politicians Should be condemned or praised. If you believe they're useless And just a waste of space, You'll want to give 'tongue lashing' Then put them in their place. On t'other hand if praise be Awarded from your tongue Then glory, praise and hoour From your lips will be strung.

My parents often did repeat To all their children, six, If we, bick’ring incessantly, Those older, got their kicks By tormenting the young ’uns Too young, up to them, stand,  And often played ’seniority’  To get the upper hand.  Though parents, did their duty,  Protecting ‘litters runt’  As lioness, her offspring hid,  When fleeing those who’d hunt.  Some one always did want ‘last word’,  It meant, to them, they’d won,  However, mum or dad stepped in  To quench the ‘olders’ fun.  When they did halt the ‘torment’,  And hence, the older’s ‘fun’  Their interceding, final,  And when they spoke, ’twas done.   They loved them all so equally, The younger brood, defending “Least said, Soonest mended  Nothing said needs no mending”

  I often think of people I've known throughout my years, From school days, church and social, Wheree'r my memory steers.  Folk, I got to work with, Within my various jobs, But since have lost all contact, And memory recall, robs Their name, OR their description, To faces, comes  no name, Then names appear from nowhere, But faces?, nothing came. And think, am I a memory, Have they, me too, forgot? Do I have space in their mind, E'en just a little spot? And THEN, I think Eternally, If I in Heaven, them see, Will I  full recognition Have there? and THEM, for me? Will we recall Earths travels, Times, we, t'gether, did share ? Or have no earthly memories, And at their faces stare? response. -   https://christianityfaq.com/will-we-know-each-other-in-heaven/

Did watch, tonight, a movie, The title, as above, Last scene, it was emotional, Where folk were showing love. The scene, it was an airport Folk reunited, were, My thoughts went towards Heaven, With MANY loved ones there. Then how, when we do get there, Connect with folk long gone, Both friends and also family, We'll be, where we belong. Though WON'T be just short greeting, "Twill be ETERNALLY, And NEVERMORE be parted, 'Twill be 'LOVE, ACTUALLY'.