Jim Yerman Poems

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51.
The Love Of A Mother

The reasons we call her Mother Earth are easy to concede…not only does she give us life…she provides us everything we need.

If you're not convinced of what I say…from the Earth to the sky above…here are but a few examples…a sampling of our Mother's love:
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52.
Can Trees Fall In Love?

I saw these two trees on the beach…the two closest to the shore…
that was nothing new, however, I had seen these trees before.

But this morning they seemed different…
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53.
We Aren't Growing Old

She crawled into her grandma's lap and once there…sharing the same space…
she brushed her tiny fingers across the wrinkles on her grandma's face.

"Why do people grow old, Grandma? " She asked.
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54.
Love?

"Daddy...what is love? " His daughter asked with innocent, open eyes.
"Of all the miracles in life." he said, "love is the most wondrous surprise."

"Love comes out of nowhere…like a sudden summer rain…each drop of love is different which makes it difficult to explain"
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55.
As Fate Would Have It

You never know when the day begins or until it is complete what twists and turns that day may take…or what people you might meet.

Today a nod to fate…or luck…or what many call destiny…this story revolves around two mechanics, some donuts…a soldier…and one dead car battery.
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56.
Before They Disappear

I remember Grandpa…when our family gathered at his house…as our joy and laughter filled the air…we would always find him smiling…sitting in his favorite chair.

I remember how he'd smile…listening to new stories…or stories we retold…when I was young I figured that's what Grandpas do when Grandpas get that old.
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57.
The Masters And My Dad

When we add a memory to our life…of a special moment…a special day…how can we ensure that memory will live on…that it will not fade away?

I imagine it's the nature of memories that some will bubble to the surface…never to dim or fade…triggered by a photo…an aroma……a word…that awakens the moment that memory was made.
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58.
Like Holding On To A Cloud

I once thought that being an adult meant being a child was no longer allowed…that trying to re-capture our childhood would be like trying to hold on to a cloud.

Now I know each day we rise…as we welcome in a new day…the child in us has been changed…but they are never far away.
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59.
A Butterfly Dream

Chuang Tzu (pronounced shuwang zee) was an ancient Chinese philosopher…when one night a vivid dream appeared before his sleeping eyes…in his dream he was not Chuang Tzu anymore…he was a butterfly.

After experiencing a dreamworld where he flew from flower to flower…where he felt so innocent and free…he awoke only to find he was not that butterfly…instead he was Chuang Tzu.
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60.
All The Little Things

I have always counted myself extremely lucky to have been blessed with a wife
who agrees with me that it's the little things that make a happy life.

It's not only listening when the other person talks but hearing what they say.
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