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1.2k · May 18
With This String
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
I Wrote this to my husband for our 48th anniversary. May 25, 1973
894 · Oct 13
Popsicle Sticks
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.
733 · May 3
Existed
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
529 · May 11
Well, Well, Well
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
Jackson James Ferrell is his name he is 9 yrs old and what a sweet little clown he is too.
462 · Jun 9
People
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
319 · Apr 21
Pets And People
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
258 · May 9
To My Heart
Please beat just a few more years
Please postpone their tears
I won't be here to see
But, my loved ones will be
235 · Jul 22
I Wonder
I was just a baby
Born unto you
Why did you hate me?
What did I do?
                  Connie Hopkins
From daughter to mother
188 · Oct 6
Anymore
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.
183 · Apr 21
Flowers Of Spring
Flowers of spring look what you bring
Your pedals so soft and colors so bright
They are small and tender
Yet look what they render
Some smell so sweet
You'll always remember
Some spread out like carpets on the ground
They might even climb on a limb
Some even sit high on their stem
With bright colored centers
Pointed straight toward the sky
What ever the color, smell or size
With God's love each spring they will rise
Some even close at night
Just to reopen, what a beautiful sight.
                                       By: Connie Hopkins
182 · Sep 18
Sisco
Little bitty Sisco you are so cute
just running around in your
Birthday suit.

By Connie H.
This is about my 3 3/4lb Chihuahua had him for 19 1/2 years
170 · Jun 1
Love
Love is like an onion
you taste it with delight
and then later on
you wonder
whatever made you bite

By Unkown
I do not know who wrote this but it has been around as long as I can remember. Just thought it was cute wanted to pass it on.
164 · Apr 21
Now I Lay Me Down
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
160 · Aug 22
Is Today The Day
Is today the day
that Mylee
is gonna say
Moma?
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
127 · Apr 21
Our Babies
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
94 · Sep 18
Sisco Nabisco
Sisco Nabisco you so sweet
Running around on your
Stinky little feet.


By C.H.
87 · May 9
Some People
The Lord said
I am handing out brains
Some thought he said
It looks like rain
So they ran and hid
My husband just told me this, I thought it was cute. Just like him
85 · Apr 21
Heaven Is Calling
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.
84 · Apr 21
Christmas Joys
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
84 · May 5
Ice Storm
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
This is one of my sweetest memories.
84 · Apr 21
Ocean Of Colors
Ocean so deep with fish
Red, blue, and pink
In waters of Blue and Green
With several colors in between
Sand and shells and different
Swimming things with tails
Salt up your nose, Sun in your eyes
But still, you love it
With all its surprise
There is so much to do
And so much to see
In that big open ocean
We call the sea.
                                           By Connie Hopkins
76 · Apr 21
Mother's Love
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
75 · Apr 21
Home For Two
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
75 · Aug 29
Feelings For Mother
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
70 · May 5
Feelings
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
68 · Apr 21
So Blue
The days are long and boring now
I want to do things but I don't know-how
I shouldn't feel this way it's wrong
But these feelings are lasting so very long
To make up my mind I need some help
Where do you look where is it at
I need some help this is true
I can't figure out why I am so blue
I feel so tired all the time
I wonder if my sun will ever shine.
                                                  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
64 · Apr 21
My Daddy Joe
When I got married
Joe picked the song
"Take The Ribbon From Your Hair"
This was our first dance
He asks the band to play it and why
The band announced it, and Joe and I danced to it
It was the father and daughter dance
He was so sweet to think of it.
                               By Connie Hopkins
64 · Apr 21
River So Wide
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
63 · Apr 21
My Mother
My mother, my mother, she left my side
She is now with Jesus way up high
I'll miss her look, her love and embrace
All my fears away they would chase
It's hard I know to bear the pain
But, I have to go on we'll meet again
I'll try and be tough and hold up my chin
Because that's the way mother would have been.
                                       By: Connie Hopkins
                                                       Dedicated To: Viola Hopkins
61 · Apr 21
Thought
Thought can be deep witty and wise
Sometimes thought will tell us lies
True or not, thought is there
Thought for some is often rare.
                                  By Connie Hopkins
61 · Apr 23
Twinker Bell
Twinker Bell, Twinker Bell
Doing whatever it is a Twinker Bell does
Because she's so cute and she's so sweet
She got some big O'll eyes
And her little stinky feet
                                By Lisa Ferrel      
                                         and
                                     Connie Hopkins
60 · Apr 21
The Sorrow I Bear
I think I am cold
But really I am not
All this sorrow I bear
Oh when will it stop
I think of the one
I lost this is true
And really they are happier
Than you and me.
                                         By: Connie Hopkins
Beautiful trees that blow with the breeze
Birds up high flying in the sky
Shells on the beach always out of reach
Bees that zoom when flowers are in bloom
Stars so high they light the sky
Clouds so white and fluffy
Bushes of green with limbs so lean
Ants that go running
Cats so cunning
Soft little puppies with
Noses black as guppies
All these things we see
We know from where they come
God sends them to you and me
But for our children will they always be?                                                  
                                                       By Connie Hopkins
59 · Apr 22
Christmas Thoughts
The fire is built, it's jumping and leaping
Christmas is near, do you feel that feeling?
Stockings are hanging in different sizes
Waiting to be filled with all sorts of surprises.

Tall and green the tree stands bare
The decorations placed with love and care
They shine, and sparkle, they twinkle like new
How proud it stands and dreams with you.

Look at the gifts all wrapped so bright
Secretly placed during the night
Colors of red, green, silver, and gold
All securely fastened with ribbons and bows.

Lights that twinkle, ***** that shine
All these things for yours and mine
You laugh and cry from stories of old
As you listen carefully while they are told.

You look and you listen and hope to see
That little old man in his flying machine
Up above in the sky so high
When he makes his pass morning is nigh.

So off to bed the children go
And under the blankets, they sink so low
When morning comes they'll rise with smiles
And all the gifts they will open in a little while.

Christmas has meaning this we all know
The birth of our Lord Jesus Christ here below
Our Lord and Savior who forgives our sins
Now and forever he shall always be our King.
                                                By Connie Hopkins
56 · Apr 21
The Moment
The moment has happened it gone from us now
but the memory and hurt linger somehow
We picture his image so clear in our mind
And there it will stay throughout all time.
                                                   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
Her name is DeeDee Ann
56 · Apr 21
My Brother, My Brother
My brother, my brother, I love you I do
I think of you often so often it's true
My brother, my brother, your sister loves you
This poem is so silly but, it's so true.
                                                By Connie Hopkins
56 · Apr 21
Our Littlest Angel
Our littlest angel has flown like a dove
To live with Jesus forever above
And in our hearts, he will stay
Till on earth our last day.
                                     By: Connie Hopkins
55 · Apr 21
Memories
Oh the memories of yesteryears
With some, you smile
And some, you cry
Memories sing you a song
And then say good-bye
It happens all the time
And that can be fine
But, you remember at your own cost
Because some memories
Sure can make you feel lost
Memories are fine
When they keep their place
Memories that don't cause your mind to race.
                                                        By Connie Hopkins
55 · Oct 14
Ali
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.
55 · Apr 21
Proud Old Trees
Two little boys walking around
Kicking the dirt upon the ground
Spanish moss hanging from the trees
So thick and long they can hardly see
Stretched before them as far as their eyes could see
Was this Spanish moss hanging down
Hanging down from those proud old trees.
                                           By Connie Hopkins
54 · Apr 21
Grains Of Salt
Grain of salt
I've been aught
You have to take
That grain of salt
It tastes more bitter
Than the rest
But in the end
It's for the best.
              By Connie Hopkins
54 · Oct 6
Old Pictures
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.
53 · Apr 28
Maybe
When you are gone I' am sad
There is no energy to be had
I look at the spot where you lay in our bed
I pray God will deliver you home safe to me
Trying not to be scared
But I' am anyway

I'm scared when you're not here
How do I fight the fear?
It seems to get worse, with each passing year

Maybe because I love you more and more
Maybe because I was just fourteen
     when we went out the first time
Maybe because I never had a chance
     to be on my own
Maybe because I was never with anyone else
Maybe because I never grew up

So what will happen if you die before I do?
I will follow your path and die too.
52 · Apr 21
Parents
To a mom and dad who can't compare
Right or wrong they come through strong
When life falls on me like a bomb
She's always there my mom
I've been good and I've been bad
I am so glad you were my dad
Through thick and thin with him, I win
With all these thoughts
I keep in mind how much
I love those parents of mine.
                                             By Connie Hopkins
52 · Apr 22
Father So Strong
Dad's hand I held, his shoulders so strong
A mind of wisdom, his memories unknown
Daddy's face so familiar, his voice I can hear
He's gone from this life my father so dear
We loved him so much this figure so strong
He touched our hearts and soul with his song
The end came fast almost without pain
I know his life was not lived in vain
He left behind the children he loved
And his wife so dear he's waiting for above.
                                 By Connie Hopkins
Dedicated to
Audie Lee Hopkins
51 · Apr 22
Tom Dement
You followed your own heart,
When you did you broke mine,
Now you are gone from this life,
Oh, how I prayed for you,
That you would not leave us,
Never the less, your pain was too great,
You could not stay here and wait.

When you were a little boy,
We went from house to house,
Never from home to home.
When you were growing up you,
You did not feel loved as you should,
Once you were asked to describe the meaning,
Of mother and Apple Pie,
You were 14 when you said you,
You did not believe in the mother and Apple Pie story.

On your third try, you got it just right,
You ended your life on that Labor Day of 2009,
I miss you and love you still, and forever will,
I wish I could have one more hug from you,
But, I know I never will.

                                            From your loving sister
                                            Connie L. Dement Hopkins
51 · Oct 1
Check It Out
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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