As the years come and go in a lifetime –There are changes made every day.We move away from our old friends –And meet new ones along the way.Ten years ago when I moved here –I’d get homesick and awfully blue –But the past few years have been happy.I’m sharing a friendship with you.I enjoy having… Read More MY FRIEND by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillHow’s the kitty that you found –Sought for the local pound?I hear it (he? or she?) –Tipped its water dish – Oh me!Then ventured to the litter box –Came out clothed in shoes and socks.Then you had to give it a bath –Am surprised there was no wrath.Then you had to… Read More Tipsy by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

Happy 25th To My Daisy Girl by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillFor years, every week – for our table you bought –Two bunches of daisies, from each pay-day you bought.There were yellow ones, that reminded me of compliments fine –For so many happened to call you ‘Sunshine’.There were blue ones – the same color as your eyes… Read More Happy 25th To My Daisy Girl by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

Fog by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillSome people forget an appointment –Others forget the debts they owe –Some forget what day it is –And some just never know.But I should take “first prize” in all –My mind in a fog –While once precision was my way –I now have slipped a “clog”.So sorry I forgot the date… Read More Fog by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

Doggy by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillSometimes you’re known as “Doggy:.And a “bulldog” you once were –But “Babe” you’re now “My Tiger”.Without a coat of fur.Let this symbol tell you –You are sterling thru and thru –And the diamonds, they are added,As a special “I Love You”.If anyone should ask me,If this performance, I’d repeat –“You bet”,… Read More Doggy by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

Dad’s Shoes by Gaylia Kenslow StogsdillDid you ever stop and give a thought to all the shoes you’ve worn?And just how they have taken you – through sunshine and through storm?When I look back across the years – I see so much of you,And I think about the things you’ve done – In different kinds… Read More Dad’s Shoes by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill

90 Days of Pushin’ Broom by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill90 days of pushin’ broom pays me well And I sing this tune –I have glasses now – and that’s a fact.I got them free without any act.There’s a stereo I play till dawnWith the volume up and my earphones on.I wear old clothes and heavy shoes,And,… Read More 90 Days of Pushin’ Broom by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill