Judy Kennedy

Sylman, CA, USA

I have been writing poems and stories since I was a teenager. When my three sons arrived I started making up children’s poems, now I write for my grandchildren. The seasonal poems are for my own amusement, but I send one in all the cards I send to friends and family. Until recently I had a small janitorial business, but have retired now and plan to do or learn all the things I never had time for. I would like to hear from others like me who write just for the enjoyment of it. E-mail me at jkennedy@westworld.com.

Sesalee’s Snowman

Sesalee made a little snowman
Wanted to keep him for a pet

She took the snowman home with her
Knew he’d be her best friend yet

She made a scarf and hat for him
Just so she could let

Her friend the snowman sleep with her
As warm as they could get

I guess the little snowman
Had another friend he’d met

Cause when she woke up he was gone
And on her bed he’d wet

New Traditions

Every year for New Year’s Eve
I plan to party with gusto and glee

Kisses at midnight, and dancing till three
Good food and drink, only the best for me

Drinking too much as we boogie down
Looking and acting much like a clown

Waking the next morning, hurting, we think
Never again will I touch another drink

Now everyone else can party with glee
Kiss at midnight, and dance till three

A new tradition for New Year’s is the key
So from now on my New Year’s Eve will be

Myself, at home, with a big screen T.V.
Just watching Dick Clark on A.B.C.

The Scary Spot

As I sat dreaming under a tree
I saw a dark spot upon my knee

I thought, oh dear, what can that be?
A bug, spider, or a busy bee?

It was small, it was moving, this spot on my knee?
Did it know I was scared? Was it afraid of me?

Would it bite or sting while on my knee?
Or would it just sit and stare at me?

The small dark spot upon my knee
Moves again, and now I see

What was moving on my knee, was just a shadow
From a leaf on the tree

And I was so scared, oh how silly can I be?