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1851 Census ManAnna, Pottery worker, eight years
A Brand New BabyA baby is born, a brand new world to greet
A Candle for Mothers DayLast night I lit a candle
A Child At PlayMy young child played living in a world of his own
A Childs TrustA little tiny newborn hand
A Cricket on the Hearth
A Day in the CityIt is good to go to the city, just for fun
A Day Out with my GirlsA happy day of many memories fond.
A Family That is Apart
A Firm Foundation for Your HomeOn what type of foundation is your home built?
A Fun Family DaySoon they will bew coming
A Gift That Binds Us Oft times I comtemplate within
my soul
A Lazy StationOur home has a new counter top 'neath the windowsill
A Letter From their Boy
A Load of LogsThe logs came today
A Lullaby to a Sick ChildRest in deep and healing sleep little one
A Mothers Love. A mothers love can save the world
A Perfect GentlemanWhen did most men stop being gentlemen
A Piece Dipped InWhen I was young and war waged long
A Prayer of ThanksgivingLook at the table all nicely set
A RoamingI have a roaming heart, I do not like to stay
A Sister of my Own
A Sleepless NightRest would not come to my weary body and active mind
A Wonderful GiftOf all the gifts given to man
A Working Mothers Day of bliss
A Worthy FatherOh, to be a father worthy of that name
All He Had in His HandThe man was old and worn
All I Want is a CottageAll I want is a cottage by a pretty lake
Ann of a Thousand PoemsThe Lord has blest me with a gift
AnticipationWaiting at the airport, peeking over the throng
AlthoughAlthough I love the quiet solitude
Am I Worthy?Am I worthy to be called mother dear?
AttitudesOn the map it did not seem very far
Aunt Janes Clock. The clock sat on the mantle place
August DaysI can still remember days on the beach
Baking DayThis morning I cooked up quite a storm
Bathing BabyBathe a baby in water to keep her body clean
But You PromisedSometimes happy plans are made
Changing ToysWhen I was a child one Christmas
Children at PlayWalking by the lake I saw a child at play
Coming HomeListen!, There in the hall a foot fall firm
Baking DayWhen Monday used to be baking day
Birthday PoemHappy birthday .....
Birthday RoseSomeone in our dear family
Brian's Quarterly HaircutOff he went to the barbers, on his bike if you please
Cedar ShinglesHave you ever cedar shingles a home from roof to floor?
Coming to DinnerSome of the family are coming to dinner tonight
Comforting SoundsThere are some sounds that make you think of home
Dads. It is very hard to say in words what emotions stir me
Death of a ChildThe parents watch in pain
Death of a New Born ChildHow gently she lay in her mothers arms
Do Parents Ever Sleep?When bedtime comes and off to bed each night
Dreams and RealityFor more than fifty years our lives were one
Emily Mary Briann. We long to hold you in our arms
Eyes at the Back of Your HeadEveryone knows that mothers have. . . .
FathersFathers are rather special
Fathers Guide Your ChildrenFather guide your children onward
Flowers in my Hand
For Brian. There is no place in this world so wide
For EdithWe have a friend who lives across the sea
For Tiffany Like the Easter lily, tall, full of grace
For Our VictoriaSome children have to have more than their share
Freshly Baked CookiesThe smell wafts from the kitchen
Friendship in sicknessHolding hands along lifes way
Gathering PlaceIn homes great and small
Going Home. There is something special about going home
Going to Grandma's HouseI loved going to grandma's house
Gone is the Laughter... and squeels of delight
Grandchildren
Grandma's BrassesOn the last Friday of the month without fail
Greed, The Destroyer of LoveThere is gold in the mountains the tale is told
He Came North. When our hearts were down and low
HomecomingI knew my dad was very handsome
Home is Where the Heart Is
Home Made BreadWalking home one evening when the air is cold
Hush My Baby. Hush my dearest baby, sleep well this night
I Do Understand
I Ran Away One DaySee that quaint house alone among the shady trees
I Was ThereHave you ever sat and waited for a baby to be born
In sickness and in HealthWhen life is grand and al is well
It is Always Hard to Say Farewell
Keeping Records
Laughter of ChildrenWhen spring at last comes with gentle rain
Lets Go To The MoonRound about Thanksgiving when the trees arecouloured bright
Light A CandlePlease light this candle sweet
Like a Pair of Old Shoes You may have heard people say
Little Child LostHold onto my hand, said the mother
Looking BackThe other day while browsing through pictures old
Love Light in Mothers Eyes
Memories. Our mind is a wonderpous thing that gives us powers
Memories Of My Mother. I loved the goodnight stories
Monthly Scrub and CleanOnce a month throughout the house
Moon TiesSome nights, moon, you shine bright
Mum. I feel I ought to tell you
My Large Mixing BowlMany years ago, when my youngest was quiet small
My Ancestors. As I search through the records old
My Hope ChestIt had belonged to my grandmother
My Memory boxTucked away in a closet in easy reach for me
My Wish For UsMay our home be filled with laughter
Odd SocksFrom when I first remember
Old Fashioned Sunday
Old Fashioned Washing
Old Time TalesTell me a tale about Grandpa,
On The Birth of a Baby Girl. When you have a little girl
Our Kindly Loving MothersOur kindly loving mothers, we think of you today
Outward appearancesThe windows sparkled in the morning light
Passing the Test of timeIf each day is a little better
Phils gift to Us
Photograph AlbumsRows and Rows of them on the shelf
Photographs on the WallIn our living room along the biggest wall
PioneerCoould I have been a pioneer?
Pleave the Porch Light On....if I am not home
Poetic Thoughts on Fathers. My father was a kind man
ProgressThe old couple sat on the porch
Remembering. Can you remember when you were young
RetirementWhen two people are in love and always have been
Seek and Ye Shall FindWhen my ring was lost and tears did flow
Sit By My Knee. Come children and sit by my knee
She was Not My Real MotherShe was not my real mother, but she loved me anyway
ShortbreadOne treat that always goes down very well
Spend TimeDo not be too busy to watch your children grow
Stamina and SpeedWhen First i saw him as a young boy
Still There. The moon beams crept silently over the empty house
Stone of BlueShe sat by the wall, still as the stone itself
Stuffed Toys. Arrayed on our bed near the top
Sonnet #6 Children Mine. Come children all and gather round
Sonnet #25 All Alone. for years she made an effort every Christmas Eve
The Birth Of A Baby Boy. Oh that moment when in your arms
The DenIn our home we have a place we call The Den
The Gift of Flight. Oh for the natural gift of flight at this time of the year.
The Laughter of ChildrenIs that the laughter of children or the rustle of the leaves
The Old Apple TreeMany have sat 'neath the old apple tree
The Old Rocking Chair My grandmother used to tell me
The Old wheelbarrowThere is at the back of the garden
The Table Cloth Mystery. If your home is at all like ours.
The WandererSomewhere there is a fireplace
The Will. There is a tale in the family
They are Coming For ChristmasThey are coming to us for Christmas
They Came To See Me HomeThe old lady lay silent in her white bed
Three Together A young couple, truly in love, holding a babt new
To MothersThere is nothing quite like a mothers pure love
Too busy"I'm Too busy at the moment to stop and play
Trucking HomeThrough hard blowing blizzards
Unconditional LoveAs parents do we have the unconditional love
Unseen FriendsComputers are such cleaver things
United for Eternity. Our lives seem to be changing dear
Up In The LoftIt used to be before Christmas I remember most
Visitorsthe old lady sat in the chair
Voices From The GravePlease find our baby Ben, died a few days old
Waiting"Mamma, can you see him?"
Washing on the LineIn the midst of winter
We Are Off To Go ShoppingWe are off to go shopping the whole family together
What is Real Mommy?What is real mommy" my child asked me one day
When I Am OldWhen I am old will I be wise?
When I Grow UpWhen the children were all small
When we were youngWe would love to tramp along a country lane,
When we were youngerWere we forgetful
Where is Home?Home is a funny little word
Whispering HomeThe wind in the trees is whispering, home,
White RoseWhite wolf the teacher honoured me the other day
WomenhoodWhen I was just a small child.
Wonderful DadsI always looked forward to summer
YesteryearI remember when I was a child
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