Dusty boxes with dusty books
They hold the memories we took
I wish we could go back
To do it all again
There is not one thing I would change.

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

Whatever the future
We will be together
Whichever one goes first
The other will follow

Then we will become one again
His ashes with mine, will be spread
Over our home place.

Then who will remember
Those dusty boxes and books
All those memories we took.

By: Connie Hopkins

Critters are sweet.
Wonderful and kind
Watch them with wonder!
Let them into your mind,
You will laugh and cry,
All at the same time.
God sends them from up above you know.

So, if you see a critter,
Show them kindness and love.
They may become your best friend,
For life here and above.
                                         By: Connie Hopkins

Sad today
Happy tomorrow
Soon you will
Forget all your sorrow.

By Connie Hopkins

The man you gave me to love more than any other
Is fading away in front of my eyes
Lord, please tell me how to except this
I love you Lord, but I love him more

I know I should love you most
Please tell me how to do this
He doesn't deserve this suffering
Then neither did you Lord

I know you don't cause pain and illness
I know you could heal him
You know he is a good person

Please heal him, please don't take him
I know you are a jealous God
Please let me keep him, I need him more than you.

I know its way passed Christmas
for some reason
I am getting old and witless
it comes with age
this forgetfulness
it shows no signs of leaving
so please be forgiving.

13 years has it been that long?
since you left the beer can on his headstone
our little brother had been gone two years
as I look at your picture here
I am noticing the gray in your beard
it was there 13 years ago
it brings back my tears
sometimes when I look in the mirror
I see your face
because you were my brother
we favored one another
so, you see for me and my fate
there will never be an escape

By Connie Hopkins

I can't match your fancy words
I do understand them however
I found you listen good for a man
You have read between some of my lines
You leave me nowhere to hide
You are right with most of your remarks
Some of them even smart


By: Connie Hopkins

In this realm of the sphere where I am
Life strums the different strings of my heart
I go so far back sometimes
I am afraid I will lose my way home
I have to carefully pick
Which strings to play or fret to hold
To get just the right note
So, I don't fall to far back
Is it yours's or mine I fell into
They are to close it's hard to tell.

By: Connie Hopkins

Please beat just a few more years,
Please postpone their tears,
I won't be here to see,
But my loved ones will be.

By: Connie Hopkins

There is Autumn,
There is also Winter,
Then there is Spring,
Then we have summer.
With flowers and birds too,
But they are not as beautiful as you!


By: Connie Hopkins

If you go into the Forest,
Get ready for me,
I am a Crawler and Creeper,
A Bugaboo and Critter,
A Goblin and *****,
Mostly I am just a Varmint,
A Varmint that likes you.


By: Connie Hopkins

So, it is your Birthday today,
On your cake I would check the flames,
Even if they couldn't get all those **** things on there,
It will be a hot time on your cake tonight,
Enjoy it, you know how it certainly isn't your first.
God Bless and take care.

By: Connie Hopkins

Born in Big Springs Texas you know,
Left for Selma Alabama,
Went to Abeline a few years ago,
Couldn't stay there so I moved again,
Ringgold Texas is my hometown friend.

There on the white dirt road I walked each day,
To the six-room schoolhouse three blocks away,
I ended up in Mrs. Henery's class,
Which was fine with me.

Just walking home from school one day,
I walked by Durham's house along my way,
This boy would bother me every day,
I told him if he spoke once again,
Me and my daisy would come back for him,
He would be sorry if he did not go in.

So, me and my Daisy returned in 10,
There he stood with that big silly grin,
I raised my Daisy and ask this of him,
Where did he want it in his fat tummy or chin?
He just laughed without believing me.

Well, one doctor's visit is all it took,
He never spoke to me again.

By: Connie Hopkins

So, it is your birthday once again
Just like an annual flower
It comes once a year
So Happy Birthday
Some flowers don't reaper every year
But the wild pink rose does each year
Trustworthy, bright, and sweet
Happy Birthday

                         By Connie Hopkins

There once was a turtle
that was bit by a snake
he crawled up on the sand
so I gave him a hand
for two weeks I fed him
keeping his shell wet
you know what he did
one morning he just up and left!
                              By Connie Hopkins

Oh, my goodness, 48!
It might be too late
You better blow all those things out
with the big 50 looming so close
you sure don't want to tempt fate
you might not have any cake with icing on it
Happy Birthday
and many, many more
and may each one be better than the one before.

By C.H.

Happy, Happy Birthday Dusty
I hope you have not gotten rusty
So, what if you are turning 43
and all the candles melt the icing on your cake
and you don't have enough air to blow them all out
They will still be there next year plus 1 more
so, practice, practice, practice
and next year you will get it perfect
and have icing on your cake and eat it too!

By C.H.

When I die
They won't
Write Mista
On my headstone
Cause I ain't
Mista  thang.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Sisco Nabisco you so sweet
Running around on your
Stinky little feet.


By C.H.

Little bitty Sisco you are so cute
just running around in your
Birthday suit.

By Connie H.

Now you may think this is about a little girl
But, you would be wrong
You might think it is about a spoiled adult princess
But, you would be wrong
Princess Rottened-A-Lot is about a
She has huge
She has four tiny*
She has a square patch on her *
Have you guessed what she is yet?

Princess Rottened-A-Lot is about a Fur Person
She has huge brown eyes
She has four tiny feet
She also has a square patch                                                                                   Right where her tail meets
Princess Rottened-A-Lot is a little Chihuahua.
She is in terrible trouble when I tell her
If only you weren't so little and cute.

By Connie Hopkins/Lisa Hopkins Ferrell

A bug is a bug
But this one is a ****
With all his mushroom soldiers
They smother the grass
They run off all the ants
Butterflies fly away to keep their wings
They sewed on them during their cacoon time
To make them strong and beautiful
This big bully bug will take those wings
Then feed them to his soldiers
He smiles and looks so sweetly
When all the time in his mind
He just wanted to eat your feet
His best friend is the Dandelion
A pretty flower that sends out it's
Dancer's that fly in the breeze
Now they will destroy your garden.

By Connie Hopkins

Growing up having to hide
your tears and fears
from the one person who should
help you, not hurt you more
you do things, that you hope
will make her proud of you
or at least happy with you
but nothing works

Mom asked if it would be alright
if the man that molested me
spent Christmas Eve Night

I was asked would it be ok
if I did not get anything
for Christmas but a used
a camera that belonged to her
because there was no money

Then Christmas morning arrives
there are presents everywhere
but none for me

I had 1 dad and 3 stepdads
only one was a keeper
I thank the Lord for him
this man I knew as Joe.

                          By Connie Hopkins

Is today the day
that Mylee
is gonna say
Moma?

I was just a baby
Born unto you
Why did you hate me?
What did I do?
                  Connie Hopkins

I have lost my mind
with all these piles
where did it land?
how with all these
piles will I find it?
I will say it bounced
then I will pounce on it
or it will roll
then I will use the
hole in my head
and just let it roll right on in.

                          Connie Hopkins

People say this
People say that
People do this
People do that
They try to predict
what's under my hat
They will never guess that
Be it good or bad
Only God and I know
So don't try to guess
It makes you look less

Connie Hopkins

Love is like an onion
you taste it with delight
and then later on
you wonder
whatever made you bite

By Unkown

What do you get
When you mix
An Oak Tree
And a house?
Give up?
A **** mess
that's what!

                           By Connie Hopkins

With this string
I do tie
your world
to mine
With this ring
I promise you
will be mine
With this ring
I engage
your world
to mine
With this ring
I am marrying you
With my heart
I will always love you.
                     By Connie Hopkins

Well, well, well, I would hear my grandson say
That was the first thing I would hear, each and every day
With his big blue eyes looking into mine
I just smiled and listened as if I were hearing
It for the very first time.
                                                                ­                                                    
By Connie Hopkins

Please beat just a few more years
Please postpone their tears
I won't be here to see
But, my loved ones will be

The Lord said
I am handing out brains
Some thought he said
It looks like rain
So they ran and hid

What has streets like in your neighborhood?
What has houses like in your neighborhood?
What has house numbers like in your neighborhood?
What has doors and windows similar to your neighborhood?

There are no mailboxes like in your neighborhoods,
Because these residents don't read,
That's because these neighborhoods consist of,
residents who are never home,
Cemeteries are full of empty houses.
                                                  By Connie Hopkins

Beautiful blades of ice
hanging in the sun
sparkling with dripping colors

The trees bent over and white
as if the snow was scratching
their backs

It is so dark tonight
he lit the candles
and filled the huge cooler
with hot water from the  fireplace

Candles burning
with the fragrance of pine
hanging in the cold air
of our kitchen

The 200-year-old pine walls
and the large beams
showing where the axes
had struck so long- ago
complementing the
whole setting

Just enough light
from the candles
to make it romantic
with sweet music
playing so low.

This is the way
I remember that nite
of the Ice Storm
so long ago.
                              By Connie Hopkins

Growing up having to hide
your tears and fears
from the one person who should
help you, not hurt you more
doing things the way she wants
and then you do things
that you hope will make her
proud of you
or at least happy with you
but nothing works

Being asked if it would be alright
if the man that molested you
spent Christmas Eve night

Would it be ok if you
did not get anything
for Christmas but a
used camera, that belonged
to her

Then Christmas morning arrives
and there are presents everywhere
but not for me.            
                        By Connie Hopkins

I feel I have done more
than just existed
in my life

Your outlook on life changes
when certain unexpected things happen
things that are out of one's control

When you know
nothing will be different
until the day you die

You tend to live
in the middle
wondering which
way to go

                                        By Connie Hopkins

Across the creek
in days gone by
when 8 tracks played

Across the Creek
through the woods
the air smelled sweeter
the rides were longer
the days were shorter

Talks were quietly spoken
words spoke slower
space was less
in between us

old wooden bridges
covered with a sky of trees
red dirt roads winding
with hollows on each side
deep, dark, and cool from the shade

Your future was in front
now it is behind
you feel lost
somewhere in between

When you venture out
you are not walking on dirt
just leaves that have fallen
in days gone by.

                                      By Connie Hopkins

Oh mighty and most merciful God
Here in our free country of the U.S.A.
Under your free air
We have tried to build a country of wisdom
Look favorably upon us dear Lord
Help us light a lamp of learning
Lord with your blessing it will shine
Let it shine now and through all the years to come.
AMEN
                                             By Connie Hopkins