Drageda

Too Deep

My husband says my poems are too deep
Complains they are too elusive
So forgive me please
This one’s for him
I’m keeping it simple for stupid!

Twenty long years ago I was struck by cupid
Got me right through the heart
Grown wiser since then
Tore it down to size
Now it’s a three inch dart

Don’t get me wrong you’re a fabulous guy
And I’ll always love ya honey
But if I had to do it over again
I’m telling you straight
I’de have to do it for money

Worry not my sweet you will always be
My little balding eagle
You’re always there
With your food dish in hand
Much like Charlie’s Beagle

I’ll stop teasing you
after all you gave me four perfect sons
They’re gorgeous like a seaside tide
Don’t get excited babe
You must have figured out
They get that from my family’s side

Ok Ok I’ll say something nice
You really are a great father
But before your head swells
Remember this, it takes a real man
To make a daughter

So this love poem is for you
All these compliments yours to keep
Can you tell how much
You’re appreciated now
Or was I just a little too deep!

From “the wife” (hee hee)
“You know I love ya honey”

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem, Joke: Alright, I wrote this as a joke for my husband. He finds my poetry too deep, so I decided to dedicate this “simple” poem to him. Ha! Ok, he laughed. I mean really! when I have to create a grade school poem for the hubster to appreciate it…I give up. Not. So this is for the man of my dreams *ahem*.

The Patchwork Quilt of My Life

One stitch at a time
this life story of mine,
A patchwork quilt
made with loves design,
Gathered pictures
sewn to tell my tale,
This blanket of love
not made for sale,
The passion of smiles
the lessons of tears,
Wrapped around
my journey of wonderful years,
I’m warmed by my life
as I sleep in this peace,
With this memory comforter
in patches of fleece,
Surrounded by family,
in this life quilt of art,
Forever my loved ones
stay next to my heart

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

The Patchwork Quilt of My Life: Have you ever had a Memory Quilt made? They are such a fantastic idea, especially the ones designed with actual family photographs on them. If you would like to use my poem for quilting, just pop me an email for permission.

The Beauty Of It

Time passing sings loudly
Measure not the Journey
Nor the choices made
Rather unions formed,
Vows spoken freely,
Promises of everlasting love,
They are the hands elevating our spirit
To touch God
Can you see the Beauty of it?

Their faces one with a higher power
As they join with the other, now
Two people peacefully united,
Delivering breaths of light
To a world seeking grace
There is such beauty in it

Holding our heads high
We donate our tears
As they vow to Have and to Hold
We cry as we too have witnessed
God’s love bless our own union
Each clinging tear our gift to them
Knowing the light of the Holy Spirit
Shall be their arms on tired days
We have seen the beauty of it

Embracing on this joyous day
Blessed by God,
Witnessed by family and friends
Each one us gives to them
The singular power of Faith
Knowing Faith to be God’s timeless
Sustainer of life and eternal joy
That is the Beauty of it

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

A WEDDING POEM: This poem was written as a wedding gift for a family member who is very dear to me. The title “The Beauty of It” comes from the line in the movie, Bridges Over Madison County, where Meryl Streep says she wonders “if anyone could ever see the beauty of it” (not an exact quote). The line in the movie touched me deeply, and if I had the power to grant one blessing for this wedding it would be that both of them experience this deep love with each other for their lifetime. “This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime”…so perfectly stated by Clint Eastwoods character in the movie. What a beautiful wish for any couple.

Star Doll

Now that I laid her down to sleep
I thought finally,
I can go get something to eat
so carefully I tip-toed down the hall
that’s when I heard her little voice call,
“mommy, wait I’m not sleeping yet!”
she started to cry,
and was predictably upset
“aww my baby doll, please don’t cry,
I was just going to check your star in the sky”,
“here, let’s go make sure it’s still there”
as she stared out she worried,
“I don’t see it anywhere”,
“Honey, look up to the right,
it’s your midnight sun,
it’s named after you, my beautiful one”,
With night time now, your star doll’s in bed,
“but mommy, the star light is on,
it’s her daytime”, she said,
“No my sweet, it’s not daytime blue
and while your star doll is sleeping
she watches over just you
As she yawned, she said,
“I’m really tired now Mom,
in the morning will my star doll bring me the sun?”
“Yes it will”, I answered as I tucked her in tight
then thanked the sky for a cloud free night

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Star Doll: A nightime poem for a little girl who has her very own star in the sky, named for her.