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

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

By Unkown

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

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

To me mother you're special
Understanding true and fine
You always think of others
You leave your own wants behind
I can tell you that I love you
And still, it does not express
The way I really feel
To me mom, you're the best.
                                   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

I am not finished, I wanted to talk to you,
You were yanked away from me Unwillingly,
Wrongfully, and totally.

Where there was some there is none,
What can I do, what can I do,

This man who did this needs to die!
I want him to feel the fear he made my daddy feel,
Looking down the barrel of that gun, shot right between his eyes,
I want him to know the feeling of life draining away,

Nothing he can do or say can make that,
Awful, Empty, Sinking feeling go away.

God, please forgive me for what I feel,
I know it is evil and wrong,
Revenge is yours, Lord, this I know,
This hate I feel, please, Lord, make it go.
AMEN
                                         From your daughter
                                         Connie Hopkins

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

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

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

The playful memories I hold in my heart
Of my dear sweet father whose death tore at our hearts
I know daddy would want me to be strong
And go through life as he did with God's song in our hearts
Daddy's faith held strong all through the years
He sang it out till it rang in our ears
I pray it sinks in and stays with me
So one day I can sit high next to him.
                                         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.

The night will fall it always does
The stars come out and shine above
The moon is there so round and fine
Above the treetops at certain times
Shadows are gone they all hide-a-way
But they will be back the very next day
Everything rests for a while
But it is not long till morning will smile.
                                   By Connie Hopkins

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, 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.

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

On a porch of cement and black rod iron poles
In a discarded chair from  many years ago
Quietly he ponders the life he once knew
He thinks of his children and how they grew
He dreams of a wife who is not by his side
But, in his heart, he feels her close by
His days are so long he's nothing to do
So he sits and wishes he could start life anew.
                                              By Connie Hopkins

On our way home to mom and dad
To share the love we all have
Through the woods, all blanketed in snow
In this big red sleigh going so slow.

The ground is covered with snow so white
Stars shine above and light up the night
Trees are covered in blankets so soft
Oh, look at that snow the wind blew a loft
It sparkles and shines just like glitter.

And in the distance, you will see
A little old house set between two trees
The windows are lit up and yellow inside
Their sleigh is here their not on a ride.

The rickety old fence about to fall down
And on the front porch lies an old hound
The stars are high and twinkling above
I'll bet that old house is full of love.

Nestled in the furs so deep in the woods
I know that flickering fire sure would feel good
Cakes, candy, cookies, and pies
All these we smell as we ride by
I'll bet there's a family- like yours and mine
Behind those old walls set deep in the pines
                                                           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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Rain, rain falling down
Oh, how soft you hit the ground
You make things grow
And smell so sweet
With luck, you will repeat
And again you will fall
To make things grow tall
With pedals of colors
And blades of green
The most beautiful sight
Ever to be seen.
                            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

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

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

There's not a room in our house that you're not in
Without saying why you know what I mean
You have made life much easier for me
It's not just the rooms that mean so much
But the love within them is from us all.
                                      By Connie Hopkins

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

By Connie H.

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


By C.H.

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

Outside and in the thoughts are deep
Of winter nights so long and sweet
I hold my darling slightly tight
The fire is bright and hotly burning
Only you can quench my long full yearning
I remember your look and your caress
Something just tells me your  the best
Your look, your touch, your smile so dear
And that's why I want you always near
                             By Connie Hopkins

Up so high, we see stars with our eyes
Like sparkling blankets that cover our skies
This way and that they shoot so fast
We strain to watch each one go past

Don't you know there are stories to be told?
Of things that happened long ago
Under the same stars, we now behold.
                                        By Connie Hopkins

He cries and weeps
His hurt is so deep
Stay close to love, to touch, and feel
This will help his hurt to heal.
                              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

Leaves that twist and turn each way
A breath of life they give each day
It brings joy to those who see
The signs of love you send to me.
AMEN
                    By Connie Hopkins