Papa's Girl

 

A Girl and her Papa

Freckled nose, rosy cheeks, face kissed by the sun,

Blonde braids, trailing her, as she couldn’t help but run,

To keep up with her papa was her only true desire,

Following him like a puppy dog, she would never tire,

Her smile brought him so much joy; her giggles were the best,

Her mind was always curious; questions putting him to the test,

Why papa? Where papa? What are we going to do next?

He was so wonderfully patient and to him, she didn’t perplex,

His wisdom was her wishing well,

And someday she would tell,

Her own children of the marvels her papa knew,

About the love between them, and how it grew and grew,

When she begged him for a piggy-back ride,

Although he was busy, she was never brushed aside,

Toting her around the orchard like a pony would have done,

She asked him to pick apples with her; the adventure had begun,

Then, she watched him peel an apple without ever breaking the peel,

He handed her a slice from the blade of his knife, and she gave out a delightful squeal,

The wooden plank rope swing that hung from the old oak tree,

Was next on her list of “things to do today for papa and me”,

He gave her a ginormous push that sent her high up in the air,

He might have been a little behind on his chores, but really, he didn’t care,

Time well spent is time well spent,

Because before you know it, it has come and went!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  01/06/2022

Poems Galore, Pouring Once More

It's been a few months since I sat down to write... packing, holidays, unpacking. New home. I'm settled in now and ready to replenish the blog with poems galore...

Pouring, Once more

I am in my new office, behind the same desk,
All feels new, while quite a familiar quest,
To write more poetry, to get the creativity flowing,
To be inspired to write, without even knowing,
What the subject or my focus will be,
I guess we all will just have to wait and see,
I am feeling abundantly blessed right now,
I have a new house and I’m shouting “wow”,
I am turning a new corner to life on my own,
I have weathered new experiences and feel I have grown,
I am looking forward to a future that is increasingly brighter,
The load that I carry is becoming lighter and lighter,
My words are like honey on a comb of yellow hue,
My sentences come together from a simplistic point of view,
And the rhymes are occurring in usual fashion,
I’d like to say that poetry is my passion,
Poetry is my heart pouring out from a watering can,
There is nothing so refreshing as water to a journeyman,
Thanks for taking this journey with me,
Time will only tell what will be.

Tammy Harvey
1/05/2022

Overthinking

 

Letting Myself Be Happy

I don’t know why when something good happens to me,
I am skeptical. It’s too good to be true. I’m undeserving. How can this be?
Overthinking is a problem I have. Creating a problem that’s not even there,
I don’t consider myself pessimistic, yet I am quite aware,
That the weather in life is not typically fair,
When things in life are all going too well,
I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, and only time will tell,
In the interim, why can’t I just find joy in the present?
Being happy for current situations: Being present,
Not anticipating the worst-case scenario,
Not obsessing over the what-if’s and what I don’t know,
Nine times out of ten, the worry is all for naught,
But in a web of delusional thoughts I am caught,
I am lecturing myself to change this ugly habit,
But cognitive thinking is a rascally rabbit,
Negative thoughts run fast and are hard to control,
Positive thoughts and happiness are my ultimate goal,
I don’t want to be skeptical of all things good,
I want to be happy, as I should.

Tammy Harvey
Written: 9/17/2021

Got Change?

Got Change?

Change is hard, this I know,
But its purpose is to help us grow,
A predictable routine and being set in our ways,
Is the comfort zone we all thrive for, most days,
However, change can be good; it is not always bad,
Change can make us happy, or it can make us sad,
But without change, nothing can progress,
With the passing of time, change can be a success,
Change is an alteration, a modification,
A step in the right direction,
If we accept the change and make it our own,
We can assuredly say that we have grown,
Coming out of a cocoon that is safe and secure,
Emerging as a butterfly, if we endure,
A butterfly with wings that can soar and glide,
A new beginning that starts from the inside,
Inside our hearts we can embrace change,
It may be scary, and it may feel strange,
But change can be good, if we give it a try,
So spread your wings, you beautiful butterfly!

Tammy Harvey
Written: 10/26/2021