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

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

This man I knew as Joe
Breezed into my life 50 years ago
There were awkward times for sure
I was just 13 when he appeared
He was my third step-dad
Yet he became my father, he became my friend

This man I knew as Joe

He changed my life for the better back then
I have no pretty pictures
I have no storybook
All I have to tell you are these lines
I have taken them from my heart, memories, and mind

This man I knew as Joe

I love him, I miss him, and some sweet day
I will see his smile just as sweet as always
This man I knew as Joe.
                                             By Connie Hopkins
                                             Your Constance

The life he lived had to be admired
He was good and kind and all to be desired
We will remember his life with the utmost love
And, hope someday to meet him above
His garden once sewn by his own strong hands
Will lay empty and bare, a very lifeless land
The tractor that puttered along it rows
Now the tires won't move and the grass will grow
It's hopeless to wish for him to return
For he is gone, his bridges have burned
Only in our memory will he remain
And all this hurt I hope we can tame.
                                       By Connie Hopkins
Dedicated to
"Pete Hopkins"
"Paw Paw Hopkins"

At times you cried, and I held you
At times you laughed, and I laughed with you
At times we fought, and I fought with you

When you were little, I held you
When you were bigger, I helped you
When you were older, I played with you
When you were grown, I missed you

This time your gone, and I could not go with you
This time you left, and I cried for you
This time when I think, it will be of you

Next time when you cry, God will hold you
Next time you laugh, God will laugh with you
Next time you smile, God will smile at you

Now you are gone, and I will miss you
Now you are with God, and we both love you
                                               By Connie Hopkins

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

Think what you want?
Not all the time
Thoughts seep through all cracks of the mind
Some you like, Some you hate
Don't you wish you could put thought on a plate
Use a fork and pick out what makes sense
Some you chase around like a pea, some you can stick
With a meal, you can finish but what about thought?
                                              By Connie Hopkins

Crickets are singing, the trees are still
Weeping willows are weeping as evening is peeking
Water is like glass, and crystal clear
The moon is not shining for rain is near
The stars are all hiding behind darkening skies
All these things look nice though my eyes.
                                                           ­ By Connie Hopkins

Tick- Tock, Tick- Tock, listen to me I'm a clock
Watch my hands do they move?
It's hard to tell they seem to dwell
Every hour that passes by as if I say, be on your way
I will tick and I will tock
That's what I do because I'm a clock.
                                       By Connie Hopkins

To me, time is like space
Fill it and there is no waste
Children are precious
They come in time
The circle of love
They finish just fine
A golden ring seems to say
Love will be endless if you go my way.
                                By Connie Hopkins

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

Big brothers are special when they are like you
You could never be replaced with anyone new
Please take care of yourself
Because I am counting on you.

You are the colors in my rainbow
The points to my stars
You lift my spirits, you make me laugh
Our five-hour shone calls I will never forget.

You are an item that there are so few of Lee
Oh what a void there would be
If some morning I should wake
To find you were taken from me
I just love you so much, Lee.

Some calls were sad, and some were happy
Some were so much fun
My face would ache from laughing

It does not seem possible, it is so hard to believe
That we are the only two left of our family
So please remember for this reason
And so many others, my dear sweet brother
Take care of yourself.
                                           From your Lil Sis
                                            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

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

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

                           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

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

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

Love is fine like the taste of wine
True love is strong, sure, and will endure
Weak love though it seems steady
Will leave when you are least ready
Then you are alone to try again
So open up and let it in
Who knows this time you might win.
                                         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

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.