Mama used salve to heal all our partsWhen Crushed in spirit and broken hearts Mother always knew the right words to sayThen smiled and hurried us off to play Mamas day always filled to the brimBusy in the kitchen yet, singing a hymn Some days as I try to recall her...
Walking down a Dusty country roadFalling leaves scatter their colorful load Crisp and Cool is the feel in the airlightly blowing through my long hair Barefeet stop and feels the soft sandI pick up a few pebbles to rub in my hand Memories of seasons float through my mindWalking dusty roads...
Rows of bouncing wavesA Deep blue shimmering glaze Whitecaps floating on the topFrothy water plop, plop Soothing SoundChurning, churning Never any seasonsTurning, Turning White sails flapping in the windLay back, enjoy the Sound It sends Relaxing day on the oceanFeeling the water motion Floating worries awayKeeping problems at bay Sail away...
The sea of humankind is restless, and it stirs up muck and mire Slinging ugly everywhere, it never seems to tire In the seas, its hands are pain and deathNegligently Choking out humankind’s last breath Greed and lust are humankind’s traitPushing meek ones out the gate Their independent they claim no...
I just felt like crying But, I made a mouth smiling Days roll past Still, the pain last When it is over Some day I’ll recover When I look back No pains on my track A life without pain Lovers of God will gain On the day God arrives The meek...
When fall arrivesLeaves take a dive Billowing colors fly everywhereCounty fair smells linger in the air A refreshing inhale of the cool breezeIt stirs up dust and causes a sneeze I love when fall comes aroundPiling up leaves on the ground Porch, rockers creaking everywhere,Animals scurrying here and there I would...
There are days when I think about my mama And I see her ways as she goes about her day as if she hasn’t a care in the world That is never true of just any mama, and with 14 children I get a headache thinking about a 6-hour visit from...
Little boys playing in the dirt The kind of germs that never hurt Mud pies, sticks, and rocks piled high Making mom a dirt surprise Little bits of imagination While mom cooked meals at her station Boys played in dirt happily No fights happened between the three Childhood memories of days...
Seasons are changing Colors rearranging Greens of summer passing by Orange and yellows now say hi Where did summer go Quickly the days did flow Falls comfort won’t last long Then comes the winter white glow Snowflakes falling down Covering all the Ground Springs beautiful color will bring Another season always...
The hands-on clock reach for every moment in front of it There’s no going back to try and catch lost hours, and yet One day those hands will be no more Time will not matter, no more clock stores Time will last forever onward to the years When all death and...
