R. Aleen Lemley
Tallahassee, FL, USA
R. Aleen LemleyTallahassee, FL, USA |
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I am a 71 year old wife, mother, grandmother and soon to be great grandmother. An amateur having written eleven poems and the lyrics for a song. The first poem, A Man Called Chip, written in memory of my son who went home on March 15, 1997, was given The National Library of Poetry 1998 Editor's Choice Award. I have been published in the local newspaper and The National Library of Poetry 1998 The Rustling Leaves. I am a distinguished member of The International Society of Poets an was elected to the International Society of Poets Hall of Fame. I believe my poetry is God's therapy to help me in dealing with my loss. I have enjoyed sharing my poems with others, who have considered them uplifting and inspirational. My family, and especially my daughter, encourages and supports me with my writing. |
A Man Called ChipAlways in our heart and mindWe will meet one day in God's own time Boots, cowboy hat and jeans were his style Loved life a lot and his two beautiful girls This man called Chip. Knew all kinds of folks, some good, some bad But always respected his Mom and Dad Mistakes a few, poor choices many Intentions good, gave love aplenty The man called Chip. No more sickness, harassment or pain Just happy reunions with loved one's again He is not dead, but just at rest His smiling face I will see We who knew and loved him best Have in God's word a promise of this For a man called Chip. |
Mirror MineI look into my mirror and who do I seeLooking very puzzled back at me. I do not know your face. What is your name? It can't be me, I'm young inside And everything is the same. The more I look the more I see It really is a resemblance to me. A little older, a little gray, More wrinkles and weight than yesterday. No use to cry, what's the use to deny. Old age has come. It will not pass me by. So I will embrace it and look for the time When I can help others to fall into line. |
Ambition and HeartOur fall vacation we took across the great wide pondHotels there stood among mountains touched by magic wands The lobby inside was beautiful with chandeliers galore The folks were very formal and kind as they met us at the door Our first night's sleep was interrupted by a very unique sound I went to check and was surprised at what I really found A tiny little gray mouse sitting on the window sill Eating snack crackers and being very still We only exchanged quick glances then parted company Not looking back, just scampering to where we both should be The next day as we walked enjoying the countryside I could not help but think about the tiny mouse's eyes For you see, I frightened him as much as he frightened me My mind began to wonder about his home high on the eighth floor Then I remembered something I learned many years before Like the little mouse we all can climb, you know As high as our ambition and heart will let us go |