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Topic: Art (01/18/07)
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TITLE: Ceil's Egg Money | Previous Challenge Entry
By Laurie Glass
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Yep, that’s my daughter, Ceil.
So proud that I could a’most bust -
Well, that’s jes’ how I feel.
The missus died when Ceil was young,
I raised her on my own.
Not many girls around these parts,
Spent lots o’ time alone.
And yet that girl seemed not ta mind,
Drew pictures in the dirt,
Whatever scene that she could find
And yet kep’ up her work.
She asked for paper, pencil, too -
I pondered for a day.
Seemed silly, but she worked so hard,
So what else could I say?
Girl never griped, but aimed to please,
And always did her chores.
Made up my mind ta tell her that
Egg money would be hers.
Ceil smiled big and squeezed me tight,
Then ran right out the door,
Collected eggs and got ‘em washed
Ta take ‘em to the store.
She saved them pennies, all of ‘em
Until she had enough
Ta buy some paper, pencil, too -
Supplies for drawin’ stuff.
Decided, too, that she should paint,
An’ so she saved so’more.
She ordered all that she would need
At that there gen’ral store.
The first thing that she painted, my
She worked all day ‘til night.
First glance, and I could see it looked
Like that ol’ barn, a’right.
I saw how happy thet she was,
Good paintin’ she could do,
An’ always tol’ her she did good,
An’ raised more chickens, too.
Amazed at what thet girl could paint -
My perty daughter, Ceil.
It wasn’t jes’ what I could see -
Her pictures made me feel.
She saved egg money when she could,
A little at a time,
Ta get some learnin’ ‘bout this art -
It’s all that filled her mind.
I wanted her to stay, o’ course,
But knew it couldn’t be.
The day came she was all growed up,
An’ said good-by ta me.
She didn’t know I cried sometimes
On my ol’ lonely farm,
But smiled when I looked up et
Her paintin’ o’ the barn.
Ceil got her schoolin’ sure enough,
Egg money put her through.
I sent it to her all the time
Ta make her dreams come true.
She took ta sellin’ off her art -
The money she has made.
Stopped needin’ that egg money sent,
Her way was a’ways paid.
Egg money sat up in a jar
An’ things jes’ weren’t the same,
So took a mind ta visit her -
Used money for the train.
Got neighbor boy ta do the chores
An’ packed my Sunday clothes,
An’ took an extra bath an’ all
To see them city folks.
So here I am and I can see
My Ceil and all her art,
She’s happy an’ she’s done so good -
Lifts up this feller’s heart.
A perty gal, jes’ like her ma,
Yep, that’s my daughter, Ceil.
So proud that I could a’most bust -
Well, that’s jes’ how I feel.
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This is far above natural praise. Besides a very, very inspiring, motivating and extremely well written poem, it is so anointed! I know we don't go by feelings, but I could feel the presence of God. Like His heart beat right along with the words in perfect time. This deserves a ribbon, but dear author, know this, your poem has to have put a smile on God's face. God bless.
Ya done good. 'Jes outstandin'!
Dittos to all the above commenters' words, too. Bravo! You are a rising star.
Ya done real good here, Laurie!
In other words, I loved it!
Thanks for sharing it
This is fantastic! It is definitely a winner in my book and I know a little ole magazine that it will fit right into. :)