Humor/Poetry

Three mothers were sitting around comparing notes on their exemplary offspring. "There never was a daughter more devoted than my Alice," said Mrs. Davis with a sniff. "Every summer she takes me to the Catskills for a week, and every winter we spend a week at Delray Beach."

"That’s nothing compared to what my Anna does for me," declared Mrs. Jones proudly. "Every winter she treats me to two weeks in Miami, and in the summer two weeks in the Hamptons, in my own private guest house."

Mrs. Smith sat back with a proud smile. "Nobody loves her mother like my Jackie does. Nobody."

"So what does she do?" asked the two women, turning to her.

"Three times a week she gets into a cab, goes to the best psychiatrist in the city, and pays him a hundred and fifty dollars an hour - just to talk about me!"

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Poetry
by Mary Frances Perkins

Grandpa

The old man sat in his rocking chair
and - gazed into the past
where shadows flitted here and there
but never seemed to last.

He remembered scraps of this and that
and thoughts came thick and fast
to envelope him in timelessness
a wealth - of memories - vast.

Do You Know

Do you know where Jesus walked
as he moved through each new day?
Do you know with whom He talked
all along life’s weary way?

Do you know He left his word
as a guide for you each day?
Do you know He’ll lead you through
any trial that comes your way?

Forest Beauty

Just a lovely little wildflower
hoping someone will see -
and pick me with a loving hand
to press - for eternity.

Perhaps they’ll put me in a book
- or in a lovely frame
or picture me on paper
and beneath it - write my name.

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