tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254366391641571458.post8999126486351942448..comments2023-05-08T13:53:14.460-06:00Comments on Little Grey Gardens : Sunday ScribblingsNita Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02763053063410716010noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254366391641571458.post-84661688843768586542008-08-11T23:49:00.000-06:002008-08-11T23:49:00.000-06:00Anno and Rambler, I'm glad you felt the emotions I...Anno and Rambler, I'm glad you felt the emotions I hoped to convey. I didn't express myself on the phone very well to my uncle, but I know he will love the poem.<BR/><BR/>Rinkly Rimes, Wasn't sure what to think about your comment, then read the poem. Have to say, it made me smile. I just discovered your blog and I enjoy your poetry so much.<BR/><BR/>Thanks to all for stopping by!<BR/><BR/>Nita JoNita Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02763053063410716010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254366391641571458.post-59550179603330329452008-08-11T19:41:00.000-06:002008-08-11T19:41:00.000-06:00Your poem was so heartfelt that I feel quite guilt...Your poem was so heartfelt that I feel quite guilty being flippant. However, if you read this poem, you'll realise that, deep down, I don't care!<BR/><BR/>THAT ASKING TASK!<BR/><BR/>When I was young, my mother<BR/>Frequently took me to task,<BR/>Saying 'Little girls should be polite<BR/>And never never ask!'<BR/>She was referring to my desire<BR/>For the last cake on the plate.<BR/>I really knew I shouldn't ask<BR/>But, then, who wants to wait?<BR/>So, being a biddable sort of child<BR/>(Well, be that as it may!)<BR/>I trained myself to bide my time<BR/>Till an offer came my way.<BR/>'How would you like the last cupcake?'<BR/>Sometimes I heard aright.<BR/>And I joyfully received it,<BR/>And took a scrumptious bite.<BR/>But sometimes someone else jumped in<BR/>Or was offered the tasty prize,<BR/>And then I'd sit dejectedly<BR/>With tears brimming in my eyes.<BR/><BR/>But another phrase was in being,<BR/>I sometimes heard it at school...<BR/>'Don't ask, don't get!'<BR/>That seemed to be the rule.<BR/>If I longed for someone's lunch snack<BR/>And I riveted my gaze,<BR/>On some tasty little biscuit<BR/>While recalling Mother's phrase.<BR/>My 'friend' would chomp the biscuit<BR/>With a chortle of great glee<BR/>Crying 'Don't ask, don't get!'<BR/>Poor little bewildered me!<BR/><BR/>But now I'm old I've learnt to cope<BR/>With all the social rules,<BR/>I take for granted I know best<BR/>And the others are all fools!<BR/>I simply act the way I want<BR/>Though I'm sometimes rather brash<BR/>I say and do the things I like!<BR/>Let the others do their dash!<BR/>So it's lucky you are BLOG friends<BR/>And never have to suffer<BR/>The verbal 'slings and arrows'<BR/>Of yet another<BR/>Silly Old Duffer!Rinkly Rimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07890344869337115307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254366391641571458.post-4439695333220996922008-08-10T10:25:00.000-06:002008-08-10T10:25:00.000-06:00this was passionate and emotional...this was passionate and emotional...Ramblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04048279856792308653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254366391641571458.post-2323473694966160702008-08-10T04:43:00.000-06:002008-08-10T04:43:00.000-06:00This is tender and lovely, and it expresses beauti...This is tender and lovely, and it expresses beautifully the questions in our hearts after a loss. Thanks for posting this!annohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05102616203481686227noreply@blogger.com