Joan Kinney 

Jacksonville, FL, USA

 
 
 
I graduated from Englewood High School and Technical High School, Jacksonville, Florida. I worked on the side for several years including: General Electric, New York, and Allied Bendix, Jax, Florida. The biggest job of all  is being a wife, mother of two, and grandmother of five. (Thirty-three years.) I enjoy movies, reading, poetry, and music. I've played an accordion for pleasure for ten years. I feel it's a special gift to others, as well as my poetry. I attend San Jose Catholic Church. I dedicate this to my family—life’s little treasures. My hobbies are crocheting and arts & crafts. 
 

CHRISTMAS TIME 

It's time to give gifts, berries and holly, 
Tis the season to be jolly, 
Santa works all year round, 
Toys and presents, there's a sled sound, 

Taking the list - and checking it twice. 
Cookies, and milk, sugar, and spice, 
The smell of evergreens and pine, 
Eggnog, punch, and cranberry wine, 

Music that fills the air at night, 
Carolers’ singing, with much delight, 
Covering the miles, with new fallen snow, 
Sending cards to those we know. 

The trees are frosted, the scenery all white, 
The manger is lit, with a glow of light, 
Children are snuggled up, stories are told, 
Treasures to keep, have and to hold. 

FAREWELL:  TO A PRINCESS 

There once was lovely girl, 
who married the prince of whales, 
There were many, many woes and 
certainly many tales. 

She lived in a monarch for a while 
soon two children—came with a smile, 
She walked, in a ray of light, 
learning and reaching, was her plight, 

So, sadly she crashed in a car, 
so, young and beautiful, by far, 
The flowers: cards: were miles and miles long, 
and Elton John, snag his song, 

To a "Rose" we've taken a sigh, 
her name was "Princess Di".  *DIANNA*  

ANGELS 

Angels, Angels, up above 
Please, protect the one's we love, 
Angels, Angels, un-awares, 
Can you hear, all our prayers. 

Angels, Angels we hear thee sing, 
A sign of peace, as church bells ring, 
Glory, Glory on high, joyful praises, as we sigh, 

Angels, Angels, all are near, 
So count your Blessing's  through 
the year. 

All poems Copyright © 1998 Joan Kinney. All rights reserved.