Marshelle Carberry 

Fresno, CA, USA 

 
 
 

Marshelle has been writing poetry since she was eighteen years old. Her poems have primarily focused on family members, special friends and cherished memories. She is the mother of two grown children, and her hobbies include interior decorating, music and poetry. Marshelle's poetry has been published several times by The Poetry Guild and The National Library of Poetry, where she is a third time "Editor's Choice Award" winner. Her future aspirations include writing greeting cards, composing song lyrics, as well as a book containing a collection of poetry dedicated to her husband and children. 

 

My Special Love

When I found you what joy filled my heart,
In my life you were now a part.

A new adventure each new day,
Holding you near you never strayed.

A beautiful life it's turned out to be, 
You are my special love you see.

Heartaches, happiness together we've seen,
But through it all we still share our dreams.

Nothing will ever change how much I care,
Our ups and downs we both can bear.

Wishing you love and happiness as you continue
life's road, Your heart in Christ to abode.

Just remember my love for you,
Will continue our whole life through.

And when one of us reaches that other side,
We'll wait till together again we abide.

My Special Love
 

Life's Rainbow

In every life a light must shine,
In each bright color a glow like wine.

May each day a new color fall,
Whether it be in heart or wall.

God gave us life to shine clear through,
My colors are felt in life with you.

Thank you God for giving such joy,
May each day be simple as seen by a boy.

I love the warmth, the colors, the rain,
My heart overflows with happiness, not pain.

Nifty Fifty

We have heard the story about turning fifty, how life is just
grand and you feel so nifty.

It's just wonderful when the children are grown but when we
look in the mirror we hear a loud groan.

Unmentionables are starting to droop, it is getting harder
and harder to stoop.

The underwear takes care of the sag but the head still needs
a bag.

All is vanity we hear them say, it's not what counts as we 
continue to fray.

All that matters are the ones we love but some days we wish
we were a dove.

Life changes we're told are for the best but please dear Lord
I need a rest.

It's how we loved that's important when we part, our loved
ones and what we did from our heart!

All poems Copyright © 1999 Marshelle Carberry. All rights reserved.