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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hum (06/06/13)

TITLE: Hummin' Hymns
By Kenn Allan
06/13/13


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HUMMIN' HYMNS

The morning broke as I awoke
 To face another day;
The minutes passed and clocks ran fast
 To steal my time away.

Most days I raise my voice in praise
 To fortify my soul,
But nearly eight and running late
 Took that from my control.

Amid the crunch to pack a lunch
 And brush my daughter's hair,
My lips broke free in melody
 And hummed a little prayer…

Hmm-mm hmm hmm mm-mm,
 Hm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm,
Hmm-mmm hmm hmm hm-mm,
 Hmm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm.


Despite the fuss, she caught the bus,
 So to my desk I strayed
Because I knew the bills were due,
 Demanding to be paid.

Tucked in a spot I'd long forgot,
 An invitation found―
A party for that boy next door
 My daughter hangs around.

I checked the date. Oh dear, too late!
 It's after school today!
No dress to wear or gift to bear…
 My heart sank in dismay.

Hmm-mm hmm hmm mm-mm,
 Hm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm,
Hmm-mmm hmm hmm hm-mm,
 Hmm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm.


Her party dress, a wrinkled mess,
 I found behind her door
Right where she throws the folded clothes
 I know I've washed before.

Still in the box beneath some socks
 I spied the robot toy
She'd tossed away and wouldn't play,
 "Because it's for a boy."

With gift and dress, I decompress,
 And soon they're washed or wrapped,
So next I look for what to cook…
 Or something to adapt.

No food sufficed. All old or iced!
 Not one thing to prepare!
I felt my grip on coolness slip
 To find my cupboard bare.

Hmm-mm hmm hmm mm-mm,
 Hm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm,
Hmm-mmm hmm hmm hm-mm,
 Hmm-mm hmm-mm hmm-mm.


The doorbell rings. My neighbor brings
 A pot of Irish stew―
"A gift, as such. I made too much,
 And somehow thought of you."


With daughter fed, she's off to bed,
 A happy girl, it seems―
Her social act is still intact,
 Insuring pleasant dreams.

At last I raised my voice in praise
 As I fell into bed
To God, who cares and hears my prayers
 No matter how they're said.


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Fiona Stevenson06/16/13
Yep, He knows even our thoughts! Good rhyming, good metre, good thought. God bless you.
Ellen Carr 06/16/13
I enjoyed your poem very much and the tale it told. Your rhymes and rhythms are very good, making it great to read out loud. Well done!
Matt Guddat06/17/13
Enjoyable and rather catchy. Good humor.
Margaret Kearley 06/17/13
I love this - 'a mother's life is never done, eh?! A brilliant reminder, through 'spot-on' word choices and great rhymes, of the truth of 'Pray Always.' I love too the Hmmmm hymmm chorus - rhythm without words. Brilliant. Thanks again.
lynn gipson 06/17/13
Delightful. Loved the rhythm and flow and how you put in all together. Faith at work. Excellent job.
Genia Gilbert06/17/13
Wonderful! Story skillfully told in rhyme and rhythm. Great writing.
Rachel Malcolm 06/17/13
A pleasure to read! I've been there; God reminding me of something just in time and then meeting all my needs in ways I don't expect.
Andrea Van Ye 06/17/13
i loved this ... just read it out loud to my husband ... it is a fun poem to read, and made me smile at the part about the folded laundry behind the door ... well written and brought joy. praise be to God who knows the heart and gives us grace, no matter what! thank you!
Danielle King 06/19/13
'With gift and dress, I decompress,' - I love your words, rhyme and rhythm in this catchy and comical poem.
Beth LaBuff 06/19/13
Your tale is crafted with style and eloquence. While a fun poem the deeper message shines through. (and you had me hmm mmm-ing when I got to those stanzas).
Linda Berg06/20/13
What a well written poem. I loved that you represented a day in the life of so many of us and reminded us to be ever praising God amidst the daily duties. Great job.
Karen Pourbabaee 06/20/13
Prayer is just a turning of our hearts toward Him...congrats on your 2nd place honors with this fun poetic verse showing that truth!
Verna Cole Mitchell 06/20/13
Love this little happy story poem! Like to see you in EC again!
Genia Gilbert06/20/13
No surprise, but congratulations on your 2nd place. Well deserved!
Lillian Rhoades 06/20/13
You did it again, Ken. From concept to rhymn to rhthym - great craftmanship. Congratulations!
Danielle King 06/20/13
Loved it. Congratulations on your win.
Bea Edwards 06/20/13
Loved how you portrayed our Father's love in the ordinary.
Congratulations!
Margaret Kearley 06/21/13
Many congratulations on your win with this great poem - a fun slant but much truth here. Thankyou.
Sharon Eastman06/25/13
Thank you for such a fun and brilliant poem. It brought many fond memories to me.