Magic Monday Celebrates The Magic In Family Stories~
Welcome To Magic Monday
Where We
Bring Out The Magic In Poetry
Tonight We bring out
A Special Magic
For November is
~Family Stories Month~
During these winter holidays,
As the weather cools down
And Families and friends
Gather together,
This is often the time when
The sharing of family stories occurs.
Let’s make this
November
Our start for
Telling and saving
Our own family stories.
Think of those days when
You and your family
Sat around a warm fireplace
And shared some old family stories
That set your imagination
All aglow as you listened
To a tale of family adventure!
This telling of family stories is
Practiced even to this day
The warmth and closeness of sharing
Family stories from
A photo album
Is just one way we do this…
Can you think of others?
There’s Magic in sharing past stories with
Family and Friends!
Tonight we are asking you to share
One of your family stories with us!
As we share Magic with our poetry!
Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!
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Hello to Diane interestin Blog post ta nite stories told by the fire .. Aweomesness be .. Hugs Now
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STORIES TOLD
Magic by the fire
Are just sittin
In bed
Stories be told
Of old and new tales
Sum happen in real life
Other were just make believe
Either way the stories
Be told
War time
Scary spooky even
Memories
That last
Written By: Bettie Davis —————– © November 04 , 2o12
Great blog tonight, Diane! :love: :love: :love:
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FAIRYTALE ARE REALTIY
Fairytale to be told
Myths are they
Folktale was so told
Real are not
So told
Maybe but I know better
I am told by the little fairy
They who knows
Life is a fairytale told
But it had to have come from some where
I say from the hearts and minds
They be so told
Believer
Are the only one
Who knows
Real are reality
To be foretold to all
A fairy tale told where as
we meet witches and queens
Giants and elves
Foresee
Princes dragons talkin animals
Ogres princesses and sometimes even fairies
Marvelous and magical things
Can you imagine talkin
To a mirror
Pumpkins and pump a nickles
And a lamp may be home to a genie
Fairytale
Real are reality
Um a believer and
I say its real
Just because you cant see it
Does not mean it nor real really
Had any one seen
God
Nope
Didnt think so
Yet we believe
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————- © October o6 , 2o12
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Well sorry all I am late Mother was late picking up her little ones but, finally here..Welcome and I am looking so, forward to reading stories you share with your family, friends WoW special night tonight :love: :love: :love: :love: :entertained:
With 10 younger siblings (and eight of them brothers), you can imagine the stories our family has to tell . . . . such fun when I think about some of them. Wonderful blog and theme. Will be back to read and comment. :love: :love: :love:
Here is one I shared in past ..Working on another to share I have many So, lucky, blessed :love: :love: :love:
While I’m pondering . . . . this is one of the first pieces I wrote and it was to and about those 10 younger sibs of mine . . . .
“Familyhood”: A Note to My Sibs
At a time when it
somehow and
for some reason
seems right to be
thinking about Family . . . .
So very blessed am I
to be the one
to have known each of you
the longest.
There as you arrived home
for the first time.
The sweet introductions.
Going to your games,
your swim meets,
snowball fights in the back yard,
frigid winters,
sweltering summers,
refereeing your little sibling spats,
feeding the dog if you forgot,
looking all over the house for lost critters,
the chameleon under the couch,
the gerbil under the bed,
the guinea pig . . . .
dropping you off at your
summer jobs,
listening to you practice your
various and-not-always-so-musical instruments.
Sharing in your tears and your traumas,
rejoicing in your happinesses and your successes.
Blessed by each of you.
No mistaking that we’re family.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-13-09
a story about my family and me
Family means so much to me.
They help me when I’m in trouble.
They love me for who I am.
They are very special to me.
With out them I would be so lonely.
I would not have anyone in my life.
I’m so thankful for who I have in my family.
I miss the ones that have passed on.
I cherish the ones that still hold my hand.
I live for my family for I don’t have one of my own.
I’ve been blessed with a great momma .
And siblings I feel grateful for to.
All though we don’t always get along.
Family is like glue.
Holidays are family strong.
And the bound is hopefully all year around.
My family has been here for me awhile now.
My heart broke so badly , I was so sadly.
But months to years carry on.
Soon the pain is gone.
My family has let me live with them for awhile.
I’m so grateful my heart will always say.
Now my baby sister will have to babies soon.
They are a joy I can’t describe but if I had to choose one word it would be mystified .
And my bubba ( brother) just got married.
This is a beautiful life around family.
I have had so much joy with my family.
I am learning to smile a hole lot now.
Life is so much better.
And my smile is back.
The light glows bright in this place.
Everything is better than ok.
I enjoy this new life I’ve been given.
Good new all around me coming true.
I want to thank my family for there mercy they showed me.
My family means everything to me.
With out them I am just a grey shadow.
There was never enough time in my day.
And all I could do was cry and scream silently .
But them days will soon be gone.
For my family came trough for me.
I’m going to love them until the day I die.
They are special to me.
A Common Story
My forebears in rickety boats crossed an ocean
to participate in this democratic notion.
On holidays in particular Mother and Grandma would tell
the lives of relations remembered so well.
Great Uncle Jim Ragone, lost in the Great War,
Uncle Dick, who I loved, was shell-shocked for sure.
Grandpa Charlie an officer for a Negro regiment,
unable to ship out and also his men – influenza the common ailment.
And Grandpa Louis who served Germany
before the Great War interrupted it’s hegemony.
These ladies told stories of a simpler time.
The South Bronx was not then a city of crime.
And when tolerance to bad change was overextended,
a new life in Connecticut for the one just ended.
A life in the country where hard work would bring
fruition to desires and ideals to which we cling.
And now we’re a handful all over this earth,
sacrifices of a family that gave us some worth.
(c) Tony Hansen
11/5/12
Thanksgiving past
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Thanksgiving at grandmother’s house
Oh, how I miss the good old days
We would be quiet as a church mouse
While dad led prayer in thanks and praise
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Then after prayer the food was passed
Mashed potatoes piled so very high
My cousins and I had a blast
And couldn’t wait for pumpkin pie
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After dinner playing was fun
With my cousins out at the barn
Hide and seek and if caught we’d run
Then we did crafts with glue and yarn
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While making crafts stories were told
By grandma while we all had tea
Times treasured more precious than gold
And forever in my memory
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Michelle R. King
11-5-12
a pic to go with my poem.. I found it after I posted. 😯