Country Colored Memories
A mother’s fears
may last for years
As her children grow
A mother will know
problems will mount
Too many to count
a broken arm, a scrape or bruise
A mother never gets to choose
she gives a hug and a kiss
silently she makes a wish
a mother does her best each day
she hopes and wishes, but mostly prays
The Winds of Time When the wind picks up It stirs up all the dust Things scatter all about Too many things to even count Nothing stays in its place As if it’s all been erased Time is the same...
Merry go round beautiful sound Riding high below the blue sky Cimarron Rose and Bella Blue Blazing colors with iron horseshoes Bright smiling faces Holding poles fixed in places Feet firmly planted in little brown stirrups Giggles and laughter when...
When Sister Stiched She learned to stitch muslin when she was nine Grandma told her to make short little stitches and keep them in a straight line Her material rarely was ever store-bought You took what you could find, you...
