Tag: Mollie Pearce McKibbon

The Rival – a poem

The Rival

©2012 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

Oh, Mim has been my sweetheart

For most of all my days,

Since junior kindergarten

When I saw her winning ways.

We married, had three children,

A mortgage, house and car

And always have been faithful,

For that is how we are.

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But lately I’ve been wondering

If I’ve been losing ground,

Because whenever I come home

There’s someone else around.

Oh Mim, I know still loves me

In the same dear way she will

However, constantly she talks

Of nothing more than Bill.

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She keeps every memento

That comes from her dear Bill,

A scribbled note he sends her

Gives her the greatest thrill.

wildflower bouquet

 

I know that I am jealous

And perhaps I should protest

That all his flower bouquets

Are in our Bible pressed.

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They often go out walking

And never tell me where.

Sometimes I see them talking.

Telling secrets they don’t share.

I guess that I should understand

That my Mim’s heart he’s won,

Be a man and step aside

For our very first grandson.

Coloured Pencil Sketch

Model for Adeline01

 

This is a coloured pencil drawing I did from a photo.  I was looking for a picture of what I thought resembled the image I had in my head for my 1812 story character, Adeline.  Of course, she would have worn her hair pinned back or pulled up in braids, but this is how I imagined she might look.

Spring is Around the Corner?

Here is another bit of poetry I once wrote for spring.

An Ode to the Breeze

©2011 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

There’s nothing more delightful

Than a fresh spring breeze

As it ruffles through my tresses

And tickles cross my knees.

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Oh my, the wind is blowing

The branches of the trees

And it’s spreading lots of pollen

Causing me to sneeze.

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The wind has started howling,

Blowing hats and  scarves to sea.

It’s taken my umbrella

But it won’t get me!                                                   very_windy-clipart