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Chuck's Index
The first ingredient foundfor the foundation is mom
with both feet on the ground
who also has a magic wand.
She starts the ball rolling
being the prettiest on the Celestial net
regardless of whose family is calling
and the Landon family is no different.
Cyntha is her name and fame
for she was worthy to indeed
find this fellow named Darren to tame
with him to enter this covenant seed.
Yet it is more than this we see
for eternal is the family now
as married for time and eternity to be
they exchanged in their wedding vow.
To find her now a mother of three
precious angels from above
hers with Darren to adore
remembering to shower with love.
So the mother of this clan
is the special one we know
as in all of those of a celestial band
she is the mortar and not for show.
Copyrighted © 5/29/1999 Chuck Ingerson
To be soft spoken and gentle
is a commandment from on high
often overlooked in the mantle
given to man with a slight sigh.
But to both love Star Trek and me
and to be all of the above
is the best of the both world I see
for to me he gives all his love.
This giant of a man who with a tear
can stand to bear me up in motherhood
and with each tear comes a year
of who we are defined as we should.
He puts up with a lot from who I am
chatty, funny, foot in the mouth too
while he stands by innocent like a clam
forever and ever my eternal love true.
Thus Darren, these poems and more
are to show my love for you to know
even though from a strange shore
as if I knew they my love would show.
Copyrighted © 5/29/1999 Chuck Ingerson
Myesha and Celeste are twins
at the age of three is enough
and yes one does lead with fins
while the other follows in the rough.
Myesha has some brilliant acts
and completes them so rapidly
it is like a mouse breaking traps
while Celeste just laughs happily.
So by now you can guess
who is the leader of the pack
and who just watches the mess
all this while we continue to track;
Where they’ve been up last
and what or who is in danger
but the future is not yet past
to twins trouble is no stranger.
The fish bowl lives in fear
and we have no cat to know
but flour and silverware appear
as if by magic in a show.
Thus you can tell these are spirits
special who are with us now
and thus they have loving merits
and hugs, kisses to with them wow.
Of course they are spoiled in the Ward
everyone loves them almost too much
but it is a luxury we can afford
especially with the Master’s touch.
Copyrighted © 5/29/1999 Chuck Ingerson
Mary Elizabeth is a red head
and she is all of one year old
but she is woman way ahead
already big and somewhat bold.
Swimming is her sport to show
that competition better prepare
she is already to let you know
records she is going repair.
Thus in the splendor of her
sisters too, she is not lost
like the cat full of fur
she is the one who’ll most cost.
For just when you think
you’ve won her heart
she’ll let your balloon shrink
by stealing your heart a part.
Lovely is to be kind to say
her father already has in place
a shotgun loaded and ready today
she will launch an army with her face.
But next to swimming music is her love
and when the wildness begins to show
the hymns of Father we play from above
she seems with an inner knowledge to know.
It is amazing to observe this sudden change
from a red tornado into an angel sweet
almost to much to watch her rearrange
but still she is really, really neat.
Copyrighted © 5/29/1999 Chuck Ingerson
Thank you for inviting me in
although not sure how strong
you expected from me within
so if I’ve said something wrong;
I felt these poems as I saw your note
and then started to write to say
your burdens I would try to tote
if you needed me this or any day.
But if you wish these poems are yours
I’ll share them only with your permission
but it is nice to know of hearts that ensures
the bounds of marriage is your mission.
Please allow my words to let you know
I love and care though you me
hardly know except for poems to show
thus for all the world you now to see.
Copyrighted © 5/29/1999 Chuck Ingerson
~Angels are the blessing
of obedience to the Lord
thus the rustling of their
feelings, allow us to know
we are never alone - cji
Angel in the morningEster 4:11-13
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