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Connie Hopkins Dec 2021
When I die
They won't
Write Mista
On my headstone
Cause I ain't
Mista  thang.
We don't know who originally came out with this poem. It was good 40yrs ago and it still tickles some inners.
Connie Hopkins Oct 2021
How long have I been on this shelf
I hope my little girl has not forgotten me
Has she went on a trip all by herself
Will she be back to play with me
I miss her hugs and kisses so sweet
She will be back you wait and see
Because my little girl still loves me.

C.H.
I found my daughters bunny in the attic and she is 45 now
Connie Hopkins Oct 2021
Ali
Muhammad Ali is such a pretty boy
Is it hard for him to read?
but it is easy for him to lead
is it hard for him to write?
but easy for him to fight

Is Muhammad Ali not too bright?
keep thinking that
while he dances around so light
who else could please the crowd?
not bright? He made his mama proud.

In our hearts, he is still
as Ali said,
floatin like a butterfly
and stingin like a bee.
we miss you, Muhammad Ali
Rest In Peace.

C.H.
Connie Hopkins Oct 2021
Popsicle sticks once covered with ice
all colors and flavors
they tasted so nice

Then you have those sticks
Those sticks were so straight and flat
then why did my creations
look like they had seen combat

C.H.
A craft one practiced with grandmother.
Connie Hopkins Oct 2021
Dusty boxes with dusty books
That holds the memories we took
I wish we could go back
To do it all again
There is not one thing
I wouldn't do again

From the first time, we became one
I knew we would become
The pair, the couple, the lovers who stayed
The ones who made it all the way

Whatever the future is
We will be together
Whichever one goes first
The other will come along soon

Then who will remember
Those dusty boxes and dusty books
That holds all the memories we took.


Connie Hopkins
Because I looked at my husband of 48 yrs and still felt that same feeling.
Connie Hopkins Oct 2021
Don't you love me anymore
Your eyes don't look the same as before
I stand in front of you close as before
But your eyes look right through me
Just like I am a vapor that will soon dissipate

Will you be happier will you even cheer
As you see the back of my heart
Moving away in tears

Connie Hopkins
Just read a sad poem.
Connie Hopkins Oct 2021
Did they check out your mind?
I hope they returned it on time,
I can't find my mind,
I have checked everywhere,
Maybe it was checked back in,
I hope the stamp date is correct,
So I can remember where I am,
If anyone lost some pages,
I will be lost for the ages.

By Connie Hopkins
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