Grace V. Tidrow

Houston, TX, USA

Whether she is turning a clever phrase or turning on the minds of children, Grace Tidrow has been crafting words into meaningful sentences since her childhood. As the mother of five children and kindergarten teacher of many, Grace's life and poetry is liberally spiced with humor, courage and love. Grace holds Masters Degree and is studying for her PhD. She designs and paints T-shirts, caters a terrific party, and builds doll houses. Grace writes most of her poetry on the freeway, which accounts for their humorous themes. She has been published in magazines and by the National Library of Poetry.

Quilt

Life is like a patchwork quilt
put together by time
part of yours is quilted
also part of mine.
The part we quilt together
will have beauty to behold
Fashioned with our love that's red
bound with a band of gold.
There will be many little patches
some gray and some blue
Bu the thread that binds them together
is the love I have for you.
So as you pledge your love to me
and I pledge mine to you
we'll be safe beneath this quilt of love
All our whole lives through.

Magic

You have magic in your finger tips,
Magic in your eye.
Magic in the arms that hold
And tell me not to cry.
There is magic in your voice
When you talk to me each day.
There is magic in your smile
And in the things you say.
there is magic in the way
You let me be myself with you.
There is magic that you teach me
To be good and brave and true.
I am growing older
And soon I'll go away,
But the magic that you taught me
Will go with me every day.

Age

I can't help it if I'm old,
My blood is thin and my feet are cold.
My bones all creak, I've got the gout.
I now sink in where I did stick out.
I can't help it if I pine
for another slower time
when I could bend and run and shout,
and chase the fellows all about.
The time just flew, I don't know where
and now I'm in a rocking chair.
My hair won't curl, my step won't spring,
my poor old voice won't even sing.
I've had some fun, I've done my share.
I hope I did it all with flair.
When I go, I hope it's quick
and folks say "There goes a foxy chick."