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• <H2> We create customs poems for you!
• <H1> A witty Limerick
• <H1> $50.00
• <H1> A four verse Poem
• <H1> $75.00
• <H1> An eight verse epic Poem
• <H1> $100.00
• <H1> lim·er·ick
• <H3> ˈlim(ə)rik/
• <H3> noun
• <H3> 
• <H3> a humorous, frequently bawdy, verse of three long and two short lines rhyming aabba, popularized by Edward Lear.
• <H1> po·et·ry
• <H2> ˈpōətrē/
• <H2> noun
• <H2> 
• <H2> literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
• <H1> Drop us a line
• <H1> Some of our work
• <H3> Hands
• <H3> I grasped my Mother’s hands Sinewy and cold with blueish veins Silken skin stretched over old bones Belying wounds of angst and pains
• <H3> I grasped my Mother’s hands Twisted and shrunken with hard knuckles Loose wedding band shifting against my lifeline Her own Mother’s ruby indenting my squat thumb
• <H3> I grasped my Mother’s cold hands She drew me close, clasping, grabbing Whispers of my Father, him long gone ‘You have his hands’ she says
• <H3> Alice
• <H3> Her unaccustomed eyes shut tight against the September fading light Slender fingers and translucent nails As she lay on her Fathers beating heart
• <H3> Her vernix skin bathed in peach hues Unblemished and beautiful to the touch Newborn hair, black freshly washed, wistful on her head Tiny legs hidden in layers of swaddling
• <H3> Unadorned newborn scent wafted gently As our low toned voices startled her ears A brand new life devoid of hate, rancor or malice Loved for life, power beyond words, sleeping dreaming Alice
• <H3> Twins
• <H3> His hair was red and curly Her’s was blond and straight They always got up early And never stayed up late
• <H3> They were always very happy And we loved them for their sins We changed their dirty nappies And called them the terrible twins
• <H3> So here’s to a happy birthday Next year we’ll repeat the cycle But for now just take a bow Sister Joan and brother Michael
• <H3> Limerick
• <H3> There was a young man from New York
• <H3> Who was deft with both knife and with fork
• <H3> He was a bit of a glutton
• <H3> And was fond of some mutton
• <H3> But never cared much for roast pork
• <H3> For Nuala
• <H3> We drank milky tea in the small kitchen, It was no more than six foot across, Comparing notes on my father and Tom, On our laments, our hurts and our loss
• <H3> You could still smell him in the house,
• <H3> As the rain hopped off the steamed up glass,
• <H3> His overcoat hanging on the hall stand,
• <H3> Still set for the drive to Sunday Mass
• <H3> She rolled out the wholewheat biscuits,
• <H3> And coaxed me with more chocolate bars,
• <H3> As we sat and talked about nothing,
• <H3> While the rain outside slowed down the cars
• <H3> She never stopped chatting about her lover,
• <H3> And the pain of them always apart,
• <H3> Now she’s gone to a place right beside him,
• <H3> Succumbed to her long broken heart
• <H3> Happy 21st Birthday Robin!
• <H3> No wailing whooping crying out No moans no shouts no sobbin’ Our baby girl is all grown up Our one and only Robin
• <H3> She’s one score years plus one today A really ripe old age From curly babe to woman grown She turns another page
• <H3> She likes to eat some spinach It catches in her teeth She sometimes walks around the block And returns with rosy cheeks
• <H3> He artwork is astounding Her talent so unreal She paints them large and paints them small with gusto flair and zeal
• <H3> She doesn’t much like spiders or things that crawl around She runs like Phoebe out of ‘Friends’ Feet slapping off the ground
• <H3> But all the same we love her She keeps us on our toes We’ll always support her every move No matter where she goes
• <H3> So raise a glass of something wet Like beer or shots or vino Our daughter’s 21 today Congrats to our Robino!

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