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

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.

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

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

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

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

Pets are different as are people
Which is in control, do you know?
They are side by side and may think as equals
The feelings they share are beyond compare
They look into each others eyes
With feelings that can't be disquised
Companionship, love and, trust for these are a must
Some may think it is silly, but really
Pets are friends till the end.
                                        By Connie Hopkins

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

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

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

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

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

By Unkown

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

By Connie 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.

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.

Is today the day
that Mylee
is gonna say
Moma?

Far away night is falling
In the twilight, home is calling
From open door and window
They will greet me when I come
All the years have turned into hours
All my tears turned to way-side flowers.

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.

Now I lay me down
Try never to have a frown
I look up through the trees
I can really see the breeze
Through the air I watch them fall
The colors of Winter and Fall
And thank you Lord for them all.
                                      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

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


By C.H.

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

By Connie Hopkins

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

From God's arms to ours
Such a precious gift
All our love for you just pours
Each day when we pray
It gives us a lift
To remember you are God's gift

No more can I rock you
For you are grown
You now make important
Decisions of your own.
                                    By Connie Hopkins

Rooms to fill, secrets to find
I hope you enjoy your home so fine
Love and joy it will bring
For a home in this world is a very rare thing
Once you find it don't let it go
There might not be another for all you know
Memories to make and then to recall
Of family and friends and things
You love best of all.
                                             By Connie Hopkins

River so wide
What do you hide?
Some shoes or boots
A boat that *****.

River so wide
What do you hide?
A soul or two
Who very few knew.

River so wide
What do you hide?
Pebbles and pennies
I wonder how many

River so wide
What do you hide?
Gold and treasure
Which is your pleasure?

River so wide
What do you hide?
A story or secret?
And you plan to keep it.
                                By Connie Hopkins

A mother's love so strong, so sweet
Always there always cares
Love so tender ready to render
Mother's love I will always remember.
                                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

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

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.

Rings of gold
I've been told
You hold the secrets
To love of old
All the softness
All the caress
Golden Circle of time
You have passed the test.
                                    By Connie Hopkins

Sometimes long
Sometimes short
Does it have an end
Or do we just pretend
It has meaning
When all the time
It has just been ending.
                                 By Connie Hopkins

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

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

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

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 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.

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

Lights set so deep beneath
Colors that match the Christmas wreath
Candy canes hang so sweet
Waiting for little folks to eat
Angels glide around the tree
And spread their love over you and me
External displays of good tidings and cheer
I hope will come to you all year.
                                    By Connie Hopkins

To my daughter, I wish for you
The happiest birthday that can come true
I love you dearly and always will
Like the first time I held you in my arms
It was such a thrill
I held and rocked you
You would smile so sweet
Sometimes you would frown
I loved holding you
It was hard to put you down
Today I love you so much more
Maybe because there's so much more
For me to adore.
                                        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

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