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Hello. I hope you enjoy my poetry.

We just got a new nephew 2 days ago. My baby brothers first Grandbaby. I wanted to share my newest poem for him with you.

THIS ANGEL

God looked in His Garden of Angels and picked the best for you.
He then decided to send Him so you could love Him too.
This Angel had to be just perfect, his character would fit the part.
He would be one in a million, and would capture everyones heart.
God made his eyes bright and bold,
his lips would pucker to mold.
His cry so sweet but yet so stearn,
so everyone around would learn.......
Which cry he used to talk to them about what he needed now.
Then Mommy would come and pick him up and show them this is how...........
He needs a hug a loving kiss to make him feel secure.
Or maybe even just a look or her voice will make him sure.
He has a smile all of his own and everyone will see,
to the happiness and laughter he holds the family key.
So now our precious "Ryder," we all love you so,
make sure you teach your parents as you grow and grow!
Written By: Aunt Charla Linder Simmons
Dedicated to: Ryder Michael Elmore
January 22,2005
With Much Love and Pride

SANTA AND REINDEER

Santa and Reindeer, Gifts and Trees.
Christmas is Celebrated with all of these.
Shopping and Wrappng and getting Stressed out.
Is this what Christmas is really about?
I heard of a BABY born Special one day.
He was to Lead, to Guide, and to Show the way.
He was Born of a Virgin, and in a Manger Lay.
His Home was with Animals and would Sleep on the Hay.
His BIRTH would be Noted and Talked all about.
There would be those that Wondered and Forever in Doubt.
God sent this BABY to Show Everyone,
He Loved us enough to Send His Son.
The Life of this Child would not be Smooth.
For He Never had a Home and was always on the Move.
Spreading the Gospel and Showing the Way,
For the Path to Eternity, with Him We will Stay.
The Star in the East we See Every Night,
This is "His Birthplace," and gives us Sight.
To Remember the Day and Place He was Born.
His Birth Has a Purpose, A Very Special one.
He is "KING OF KINGS" and most of all "GOD'S SON.".
So when Christmas is Here and Santa's List is Long,
Put Jesus First and in your Heart a Song.
Then the Worries and Stress will all Flow Away,
and Make "ALL Your CHRISTMAS'" "TRULY HOLY DAYS."

Charla Linder Simmons

December 22, 1999

God's Special Season

The sun peeks above the horizon as the birds start their day.
Busy preparing, for yet, another Spring.

Small tender buds on the "Now Awakening," branches of the trees.
A bit more mature than, "As Last," a bare twig.

Knowing that time is of the essence.
Skillfully picking, "Just The Right" plant to weave a bed for their upcoming "Tiny Ones."
Searching for a "Safe," yet "Strong," place for their, "Ever So Delicate," eggs.
Caring only as Nature has equipped them with the abibity, "None Other Can Know."

All the while blossoms form to start the beginning of a much different form.
Some nature will turn into "Lucious Taste," Some "Beauty," for the eye to behold, and some "Not For Touch."

Blades of grass start to break through the ground of beginning warmth.
The "Bulb," awakens from a sleep of quite a long coolness.
Tulips have chosen their color before birth.

The sun begins to slip down past the horizon as each Know now, it is time for rest.
As tomorrow brings a new warmth and maybe a shower to clean and fragrance nature.
"Spring," the beginning of new beginnings brings once again, Beauty and Love, as the sun ends aother day and puts all to sleep.

Charla Linder Simmons

My Orders

The orders came, so I must leave....My Family please understand.......
Time has come and I must go and help to defend our Land.
God knows my fate, and on Him I trust to cover me with His hand.
Now I must go to fight for us to keep our Country Free.
I know whatever might come my way, God says that it must be.
As I am instructed to do my job and say all of my goodbyes,
I must admit, I have some fear I know that I may die.
The things I love and take for granted are now so very real.
Like the puppy next door and the deer in the wild, or the ocean with all it's waves.
To waking up from the sun so bright or the stars shinning in the night.
The times our baby kept us up all night and me not knowing why.
The phone that rang once he was asleep and causing him once more to cry.
Hearing you say,"I Love You So," and then not answering your call.
The car that stopped in front of me and causing someone to fall.
To the line in the grocery when I was late and trying to make up time.
Then when I got home it wasn't a lemon but was suppose to have been a Lime.
I pray I'll be able and once again, hear the cry of a baby's voice...
and pet the puppy right next door because I have a choice.
I want to stand in that grocery line, this time with a smile on my face.
Because you see I'll be home again because of God's Wonderful Grace!
Written By: Charla Linder Simmons
October 8, 2001
Dedicated to: The ones in the war USA

Charla Linder Simmons

Winter's Reason

Winter is a season many dread to see. But God has a reason for it to always be.

He cools the weather to put nature to rest, but at the same time He made winter the best.

The temperatures become cold and sometimes hard to take, but He gives it the sight that we couldn't make.

He sends a soft flake of beauty and to bring, happiness to all to make many sing.

He sends enough down and keeps it there you see, the children will play and snow Angels they will be.

Playtime will bring a snowman or two; even a hat a coat, and we must have a shoe.

Sometimes it will rain but freezes as it lands; making beauty like diamonds from only God's Hands.

The sight of this rain is breathtaking when done; it shines and it glistens under the sun.

As we get tired and all worn out; winter begins to warm then "Spring" comes about.

So when you get down and throw in the towel; just think before long you'll have out the trowel.

Charla Linder Simmons

Copyright ©2004
January 29, 2004
Dedicated to my Friends At WWWCOF

A TRIBUTE TO CARLIE BRUCIA

SHE WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD A BEAUTIFUL PRECIOUS BABY GIRL. SHE COOED AND SHE CRIED AND SHE LAUGHED AND SHE PLAYED. SHE WAS EVER SO "SPECIAL," TO ALL WHO SAW OR MET HER.SHE BEGAN GROWING INTO A TODDLER AND LEARNING AS SHE WENT. KNOWING NOTHING BUT LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE.

SHE BEGAN KINDERGARTEN AND NOW BECAME " A BIG GIRL." HER LEARNING WAS PREPARING HER FOR HER FUTURE. A FUTURE NO ONE KNEW WOULD EVER BE.

DURING HER SHORT TIME HERE ON EARTH SHE MADE AN IMPACT ON MANY LIVES. SOME LIVES SHE SET AN EXAMPLE FOR WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT.

SHE STARTED TO HAVE MANY FRIENDS THE OLDER SHE BECAME AND WAS A KIND AND LOVING GIRL. SHE WAS TRUSTING AND OBEYING TO TO HER PARENTS AND THOSE OVERSEERING HER.

SHE WAS IN THE LAST GRADE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND A BEAUTIFUL ELEVEN YEAR OLD. SHE WAS POPULAR AND LOVED TO BE WITH EVERYONE. SHE WAS AN ASSET TO ANYONE WHO KNEW HER.

A FRIEND WAS HAVING A SLUMBER PARTY AND SHE WAS INVITED. AS THE TIME CAME CLOSER TO GO SHE WAS VERY EXCITED TO BE WITH HER FRIENDS AND HANG OUT. AS SHE LEFT HER HOUSE FOR THE PARTY NO ONE WOULD EVER HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS " HER LAST TIME, TO WALK OUT THAT DOOR, TO SEE HER MOTHER, HER FATHER, HER STEP FATHER, OR HER SIBLINGS. TO BE ABLE TO HUG HER OR JUST SAY, I LOVE YOU"

WHEN SHE GOT TO THE PARTY EVERYTHING WENT AS NORMAL. JUST SOME FRIENDS HAVING A LOT OF FUN ON A SATURDAY NIGHT. SHE SPENT MOST OF SUNDAY THERE WITH THEM AND THEN IT WAS TIME TO GO HOME. SHE DECIDED TO TAKE THE SHORT CUT. AS SHE WAS WALKING A MAN APPROACHED HER AND FORCED HER TO GO WITH HIM.

BUT LITTLE DID HE KNOW GOD HAD ALREADY SENT HIS ANGELS TO CALL "CARLIE BRUCIA, " HOME TO BE WITH HIM. GOD SURROUNDED HER WITH " HIS ARMY OF ANGELS," TO MAKE HER JOURNEY THERE. GOD HAD SENT THIS "PRECIOUS ANGEL," TO LIVE ON THIS EARTH FOR ONLY A SHORT TIME AND DECIDED SHE WAS TOO PRECIOUS TO STAY HERE. HE DECIDED TO GIVE HER WINGS, A CROWN OF GOLD, AND A WONDERFUL PLACE TO RUN AND PLAY AND GLORIOUS THINGS TO SEE.

NOW AS HER FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND EVEN PEOPLE WHO NEVER MET HER MOURN, WE KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT, WE WILL ALL HAVE LOST SOMETHING IN OUR LIVES. BUT " CARLIE BRUCIA" HAS GAINED SAFETY WITH GOD AND A BEAUTIFUL "HOME IN HEAVEN!

WE ALL LOVE YOU CARLIE

Charla Linder Simmons

Their Treasure

The sun shows above the earth, as yet another day begins.
She opens her eyes for a new most busy day to start.
Her mind is already trying to figure what must come first.
Her hours aren't enough for what their needs are, but somehow she always finds a way to make it all work.
Motherhood is the most important in her life, as is being a wife.
Her children have, "Their Own Minds," not always being, Her Way."
She guides them with much love and lot's of understanding, as she tries to help develop their independance.
Sometimes Overwhelming!
She's to be sure they are involved in their childhood.
Their ball games and school plays are sometimes more than she can handle!
After a hard day at work, grocery shopping, and whatever still lies ahead for that evening.
She is so tired she sometimes wonders if she can do," It All."
But somehow she reaches inside and finds the little bit of reserve she has left and keeps on going.
Always with, "A Mother's Enthusiam."
Her Son is always so Proud that, "She's His Mom!"
Her daughter follows at her heels to one day show the "Mother's Love," she has taught her.
She too, is a friend to many, with a caring heart.
She tries to give advice when asked or just merely listens.
She deals with the, Hard Times," the best way she can.
Her Husband Stands Up and calls her, "A TREASURE!"
Those that know her can only love her and agree.
These years will one day be: "A Memory," that only, she has captured, "In Every Way!"
These my "Dear Young Mothers," are the true "GOLDEN YEARS."
The ones you will hold onto as you begin to slow down.
Take time to capture one special event from your children each day.
Their young years are gone far too fast!
So To You Young Mother's Everywhere...
I wish you the "Happiest Motherhood," ever.
Written By: Charla Linder Simmons
May 14th, 2000

Copyright ©2004
January 29, 2004

Hear My Call

I can hear your voice calling, but you seem so far away.
I reach for you, but can not touch.
I need you here to stay.

You seem to echo in the night.
Your sounds are in the wind.
I know your love will always be, You'll be my dearest friend.

The time is long, forever near...will be here some sweet day.
I'll feel your touch beneath my breast.
Our love will eternally stay.

I want you now the way you are, so wonderful and so sure.
To hold me tight and kiss my hand, and tell me I am pure.

You are my love "My Darling One," now closer we've become.
Together we have begun to live.
I hear your words now some.

Our lips will touch again we'll feel, the love once "gone to sleep."
So for always, "My Darling," hear my call.
My love forever keep.

Written to My Husband: John
April 18,2000

Charla Linder Simmons

Fields and Beauty

Just look out to the fields and you will see.
The things God has made and the beauty He can give.
The innocence and perfection He gave us to live.
A Butterfly shed's it's cocoon and begins a new life.
Just as we do when we give God our strife.
No matter how hard it seems as it goes.
He's always there and you can see as it shows.
In the fields or the grass or the beautiful blue sky.
The winters do come and the beauty seems to die.
Then God sends His tears and it rains as He cries.
But if we will remember when spring comes again.
The beauty has been there and God is our Friend.

Charla Linder Simmons

On Him Call

The sky is so blue and the clouds a soft puff.
The grass is so green with flowers and stuff.
A breath taking site the trees are so full.
As the wind softly blows ever so cool.
This beautiful sight God gave to us all.
To help us remember "On Him" we can call.

Charla Linder Simmons

Jesus

J..is for justice; what He had meant.
E..is for everyone; His plan had been sent
S..is for Salvation; a priceless prize for sure.
U..is for Us; He does have the cure.
S..is for special; for certain was this Man.
Put it all together and you have;

"JESUS"
"GOD'S Perfect Plan!"

Charla Linder Simmons

It Takes Time

Sometimes I wonder how it would have been? My Mother and Father together in our den.
Sitting in their chairs and watching T.V. Together talking about the things that would be.

How would their children eventually turn out? What kind of things to do when we pout.
Mom in the kitchen baking cookies so sweet, or Dad in the garage fixing the bike seat.
How would it be to tuck us in bed? To help say our prayers and then pat our head.
Mom being there when I came down the isle, Dad with "THAT LOOK," to Mom with a smile.
The birth of my children, they both would share.
Me knowing all the while how much they cared.
But for some reason this plan didn't work. Instead we were separated and inside would hurt.
There were times when I prayed for God to fix all.
Knowing He answers whenever we call.
He chose to keep it going the way He would decide.
And not understanding, many times I had cried.
One day I looked, and on the headstone was the Rhyme, Dad always told me......................
"Honey it takes time."

Charla Linder Simmons

Friends

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing,
I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.

But then my best friend died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes what has always been there won't be there forever.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.
So...while we have it...it's best we love it.....
and care for it .....and fix it when it's broken
and heal it when it's sick....
and forgive when we've been hurt.

This is true.....for marriage....
and old cars.....
and children with bad report cards.....
and dogs with bad hips.....
and aging parents.....
and grandparents.

We keep them because they are worth it,
because we are worth it.
Some things we keep.
Like that best friend that moved away --
or -- a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special....and so, we keep them close!

Then there are people we have never met in person but we know them through our hearts, "Like our World Wide Web Circle of Friends"

So we share our feelings and needs and laughter and jokes right from the start.

Somehow we know these will be a very "Special Kind Of Friend." Some we have many things in common with and some we don't. But no matter what may come with each sunrise or sunset, we can click on to someone who cares.

I Care Char

Charla Linder Simmons

The Custom Seaman

Dedicated to my husband John and his Father Joe

As he ventures once again out over the waters of the ocean, his vessel and fate is in God's Hands.

He starts slowly and cautiously as he begins over the waters. Soon he is in a world of peace, beauty and freshness. Looking out over the waters of pure clear crystal sea. Soon it's just he and the creatures of the ocean. Fish of every kind swim all around. Some seem to know why he is there and others without a care. Many seem to breathtaking for catch.

He ankers his vessel and settles to cast his net. A special net, one he made with his own hands. His expertise is of the greatest value. As he throws just right, the net slowly sinks. While he awaits for it to get full his mind slips back to his childhood where this all began. Times his Father showed and taught him the "Real Way To Do It." Remembering always that they came home with the " Biggest and Best Of All." Only His Dad could teach such a trade!

As he comes back to reality his net is over filled. He slowly brings in his net and keeps only the best.

The waves begin to become fierce suddenly and he fights to stay in control. Finally it calms and he is headed for shore. As he empties his net he looks back out over the waters and thanks God above, "For His Dad."

Charla Linder Simmons

Beauty

Does beauty come from the clothes we wear? Or the way we style our hair?

Is it from the way we choose to live? Or even the things we choose to give?

We wonder whose eyes it may behold. Or what things our love will mold.

If we look hard enough we will see, God is where it is and will be.

It is the helping of others when they call. Picking them up if they should slip and fall.

Trying not to judge them for what they do, but help to guide them all the way through.

The spreading of God's Word and telling of His plan, for others to know and take hold of His hand.

All are equal and made from His mold, beauty is no color, gender, or flaws to hold.

Our ears may hear things that seem to be bad, but maybe the things weren't meant to be sad.

Look inside for beauty of everyone you meet, then when you taste life you'll only taste sweet!

So try to remember the one looking at you, if not looking inside may only see blue!

Charla Linder Simmons

Only for A Little While Sarah

I wonder everyday who you would have been. I loved you from the very minute your tiny life began.

I felt you kick and move all around, telling me you were there. I held you close under my heart and knew you felt I cared.

You were sent here for some reason, I'll forever wonder why? When I think of never holding you I always begin to cry.

I try to picture what you looked like, eyes brown, blue or green. Your hair so perfect, curls so soft, I see you in my dream.

Your hands so tiny, your lips so pink, heart shaped and in a wink, they give a smile and sound so sweet..." MY ANGEL," I long to meet.

Your skin be fair or bronze so fine, or maybe just like mine.

Your eyes would look at me and say, " Mommy I Love You So," Then you would take such tiny steps and to me you would always go.

I would watch you play and hear your laughter, then at bedtime we would pray....................... for God to hold you in His arms, protecting you all the way.

But God changed His mind and called you back. I will always wonder why?

He took you to heaven to play with His Angels and maybe even fly.

So I was unable to meet you, or hold you so very near, or even hear your sweet, sweet cry or tell you you're so dear.

You are to me , " My Precious Sarah," a part no one can share. Just You and Me and God above, no one else shall ever dare.

You see "My Precious Angel," patient we must be, And God will one day too, bring Mommy to Heaven, "Forever To Be With You!"

Charla Linder Simmons

King of the Hill

AS TODAY COMES AROUND, HE SLIPS BACK IN TIME, REMEMBERING WHEN BREAD WAS ONLY A DIME.!

THE TIME HE WOKE UP AND REALIZED,, "THOSE ARE HIS KIDS!" WHAT HE SAID AND TAUGHT, IT MATTERED WHAT HE DID!

HE WATCHED HER PLAY BALL AS IF SHE WERE A SON. SO HE WENT OUT AND SHOWED HER HOW IT WAS "REALLY DONE."

HE WATCHED AS "THEY SLEPT," SO INNOCENT THEY WERE.

HE WONDERED IF " HIS WAY" WOULD BE THE WAY FOR SURE.

THE TIME WENT "SO FAST" AND TIMES SEEMED HARD TO RECALL.

BUT THE ONE'S HE REMEMBERS, "HE WOULDN'T TRADE AT ALL."

NOW THEY WERE ALL GROWN UP, AND BROUGHT A NEW BROOD," HIS WAY."

THESE ARE "THE ONES" WHO WILL CARRY ON HIS DAY.

THEY HAVE, " HIS THOUGHTS, HIS WAYS, AND EVEN DISLIKES'" SOMETIMES.

BUT FOR SURE "THE LOVE" HE PASSED WILL FOREVER CHIME!

SOME HAVE "HIS LOOKS," AND SOME ONLY, "HIS SMILE."

BUT NONE CAN EVER BEGIN TO " WALK HIS SAME MILE!"

HE'S A "SPECIAL GUY" TO US EIGHT, AND A "REAL DAD," TO US ALL;

HE'S ALWAYS THERE IF WE DECIDE TO CALL.

THIS TIME IN YOUR LIFE, "DAD" KICK BACK AND ENJOY.

LET MEMORIES ROLL BACK TO WHEN YOU WAS "A BOY."

SOME OF THOSE MEMORIES WILL SURELY GIVE A THRILL!

YOU CAN BE CERTAIN, YOU'RE THE "KING OF THE HILL!"

DEDICATED TO MY DAD: CHARLIE LINDER
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY...JUNE 17.2000

Charla Linder Simmons

More Love To Make

Sometimes I wonder what life is about and then I look at her and have No Doubt!

She has your hair, your nose, your smile. She laughs like you and goes an extra mile! Life duplicates in so many ways, but she's the most wonder I will say.

Her life began as a very small one, she came here before her growing was done.

She came as a winner and no wonder why. She was strong and tough and ready to Fly!

This tiny one so perfect at birth, we all knew was a miracle, when sent to this earth.

To bring love and joy to all she met and happiness and peace whever she sat.

This precious one is our "HALEY" you see, she's a replica of her Mommy only she can be.

We watch her each day as she does something new, our hearts burst 'cause there's still more to do!

She's a beauty for sure, everyone says this. She's everyones pride and and will now give a kiss.

She loves to be "BIG" and like the other kids. Now she wants her drink with a straw and a lid!

Pa-Pa and Ma-Ma, well there's nothing they hold back, to make their "Angel" happy, and nothing to lack!

The feelings they have are hard to say, 'cause it's hard to understand she's really this way!

Curls like her Mommy and a puckered lip too. She plays outside and guess with who?

The ones who love her most in her life. The ones who'll protect her from all kinds of strife.

When your arms reach up for me to take, my heart just fills up with "More Love To Make!"

Dedicated to: My Granddaughter, Haley Che'anne Miller
Written By: Charla Linder Simmons
February 26,2004

Charla Linder Simmons

Never A Moment

We never know from one day to the next who may come into our lives and have a very "Special" affect for life. I want to tell you about this "Little One," who came to visit and decided to stay!

She has eyes of brown and a cute little smile. If you don't watch her, your phone she will dial.

She likes to be centered in everyway but she just can't get through school with a sticker each day!

She tries and she tries to be good and do right, but for some reason the others put her in sight!

She's filled with love and lot's of hugs, her sister likes to bury her with the sand and the bugs!

She just sits there 'till it's her turn.....then guess what? Playtime is over and now time to learn!

So what else can she do but speak out her thoughts? After all she already knows she's been caught!

Your heart she will win, her kiss is so sweet. She will capture you the first time you meet.

This "Little One" I love just the rest. She's now my Granddaughter and in Meemaw's Nest!

Her cute little face and her crossed angry arms, makes my heart burst and love her funny charm!

So "Never A Moment" since she came here to stay, have I been sorry she came our way!

Dedicated to my Granddaughter: Jessie Elizabeth Arocha
Written By: Charla Linder Simmons
February 27,2004

Charla Linder Simmons

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to Char's Web of Dreams

THIS ANGEL

SANTA AND REINDEER

God's Special Season

My Orders

Winter's Reason

A TRIBUTE TO CARLIE BRUCIA

Their Treasure

Hear My Call

Fields and Beauty

On Him Call

The sky is so blue and the clouds a soft puff. The grass is so green with flowers and stuff. A breath taking site the trees are so full. As the wind softly blows ever so cool. This beautiful sight God gave to us all. To help us remember "On Him" we can call.

Jesus

J..is for justice; what He had meant. E..is for everyone; His plan had been sent S..is for Salvation; a priceless prize for sure. U..is for Us; He does have the cure. S..is for special; for certain was this Man. Put it all together and you have; "JESUS" "GOD'S Perfect Plan!"

It Takes Time

Friends

The Custom Seaman

Beauty

Only for A Little While Sarah

King of the Hill

More Love To Make

Never A Moment

The sky is so blue and the clouds a soft puff.
The grass is so green with flowers and stuff.
A breath taking site the trees are so full.
As the wind softly blows ever so cool.
This beautiful sight God gave to us all.
To help us remember "On Him" we can call.

J..is for justice; what He had meant.
E..is for everyone; His plan had been sent
S..is for Salvation; a priceless prize for sure.
U..is for Us; He does have the cure.
S..is for special; for certain was this Man.
Put it all together and you have;

"JESUS"
"GOD'S Perfect Plan!"