I am MariannaJo Arolin. I live in Big Lake Minnesota with my husband Carl, I am wife, mother grandmother and g-grandmother. I am a graduate of Buffalo High School, Buffalo MN.I started writing poetry when I was eleven. I have been writing ever since .Some
+ more bio informationTHE MEMORIES YOU LEFT BEHINDI found a box of broken crayonsAnd your old coloring book.A stray mitten, your old scarf.All tucked away in a closet nook.The baby doll you treasured.A wrapper from a Hershey bar.Some jax and cats-eye marbles,A bright red Hot-Wheels car.Your jump rope was tangledAll around your old baton.I remember... More..
I JOURNEY THERE IN ALL MY DREAMSI long for buttercups and daffodils,All of springtime's lovely frills.For apple blossoms pink and white,And, wishing stars that fill the night.For moon glow in the midnight sky.The flash of wild birds passing by.Sparkling clear, rippling streams.Golden rays of warm sunbeams.I long for the fragr... More..
MY LOVEWe wove the threads of friendshipThat grew stronger day by day.That golden chain entwinedOur lives, in a special way.The links became interwoven.Soldered with embers hot.When the circle was completed,We went off and tied the knot. More..
SPRING BOUQUETMy sweetheart brought me roses,Each with tapered stem,As gold as amber sunsets,Twelve lovely fragrant gems.My little boy came running inAnd taking time from play,He too, offered sunny gems,From Mother Nature's array.My finest antique crystalHolds this treasured display,The roses and the dandelionsMake a lovely s... More..
A LITTLE BOY'S GIFT (Lilacs)He was just a little boy.He turned six, that spring.In his hands he held,This meager offering.It was a dry, withered branch,He'd torn from off the tree.I couldn't see that it had a chance,Yet, he gave it so proudly."Just put it in the ground" he said,"And it will grow, you'll see".I was sure that i... More..
CLOWNSize twenty-two shoes and a big red nose,An upside down smile, a frown I suppose.One eyebrow goes up and one goes down.It's a strange role, that of a clown.He carries his face and all of his clothes,In a tattered suitcase and nobody knows.If he's happy or sad beneath his disguise.They never do see the tears in his eyes.A... More..
TODAY MY WORLD SEEMED BURDENEDToday my world seemed burdenedLife's trials, too much to bear.I let my heart be hardenedSuccumbing to despair.My heart cries out to memoriesOf a sweeter, brighter time.But, they seem overshadowedBy obstacles impossible to climb.It seems I have no recourse.Circumstances are beyond repair.But, oh, ... More..
APRIL RAIN Wild and sensuous April rainsSoftly caress my window panes,Each crystal droplet gently fills,The golden throats of daffodils.It wakens all the sleepy heads,Slumbering in my flower beds,Fragrant hyacinth, narcissus too,In lovely shades of pink and blue.The crocus on the garden ledge.And brings to life the lilac hedg... More..
BABIES AREBabies are soft handssearching eyes,Sleepy impromptu Lullabies.Talcumed-sweet bundles Whisper-soft sighs. Echoes of heartbeatsThat gleam in our eyes. Babies are precious,GOD'S gifts from above. Babies are the future, Babies are love. More..
I FORGIVEYou wrinkle up your pretty noseAnd scowl at my advice.Again, you do your own thing,Never pausing to think twice.You leave me here with broken pieces,Of mistakes I cannot fix.Then, you stuff your haughty attitudeInto your bag of tricks.You always whimper back to meDemanding more than I can give.Then, you wrinkle up yo... More..
Marianna Arolin
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