One Day In A Lifetime
Her love for him began
long before she knew
beginning with a special bond
from deep inside her womb.
He came into this world
without the basics to survive.
They were powerless to save
him from his early dawn in life.
They gave him only hours
nothing could be done.
She pleaded for the release
to hold close her tiny son.
Precious was her time
to look into his eyes,
to hold him, to touch him,
to hear his feeble cry.
His hours spawned a day
only moments in flight;
then in her arms he was gone
like a whisper in the night.
Messages were imprinted
with four tiny hands.
One set was faded for the one
who could not withstand.
She changed both their names
giving half of one to the other
to carry through his life
a part of his twin brother.
Her heart will always weep
for the one who could not stay
who deeply touched her life
in his lifetime of a day.
In memory of Connor Reed
November 26, 1992 - November 27, 1992
© Carol Barton
I was walking down ''memory lane'',
As I was walking along the beach,
Inside my heart I was feeling pain,
But was keeping the doubts out of reach.
As I reflected of the sands of time
So many hours when time stood still,
I could hear a distant bird calling,
So I stopped walking and stood still.
I could feel the heat of the suns rays,
I felt a sense of release from within
I felt the seabreeze upon my face,
And memories of my love was strong again
I could hear his voice in the waves
That was crashing on the shore
I could feel his arms holding me
And knew I was not alone anymore.
As I am walking into the wind
My tears are drying on my face
But I know soon I will be with him
And we will be alone in our place,
Mother...A Rare Breed
A Mother is a special breed
So strong, yet gentle and kind
Tending . . . To every want or need
While, creating ties . . . That bind
God gave Mothers, a special love
To handle what was in store . . .
Then blessed them with his creation
To cherish . . . To love . . . To adore
Nourishing daily, with love and care
So proud of her new bundle of joy
Always giving so much of herself...
For her sweet little Girl or Boy
There, from the very beginning
Teaching, to walk and to talk
Through all the diaper... Pinning
And rhymes like ''Hickory Dickory Dock''
Her touch so very gentle and soft
As she wiped away each tear. . .
Eagerly giving a kiss and a hug
Erasing all the doubt and fear
Walking together, hand in hand
Leading, through life’s quest...
Training you, in the way to go
Wanting for you, the very best
A pillar of strength, she supports
All your hopes, wishes and dreams
Never giving up, or losing faith
Bursting with pride...At the seams
A Mother is like a good ‘Glue’
She holds the family together
Withstanding, the good and bad
Smiling, through stormy weather
Let’s celebrate this special day
For we could never find another
Who gives so much, in every way
As that Angel we call... ''Mother!''
© 2005 Judith Johnson
A Long Ago Fourth Of July
Long ago on a hot summer day,
A day which has now gone by;
A time in my memory which will always
Of how we celebrate the Fourth of July.
Labor and toil filled most of our days,
But this day was a special one;
So daily work was now delayed
For a happy time of joy and fun.
My mother made a picnic lunch
And we piled into the ole Ford ''fliver.''
My parents and siblings made quite a bunch
As we headed for the banks of the river.
When we arrived to our dismay,
From our little town there were many there,
Remembering this wonderful holiday
With feelings we all could share.
What a wonderful memory of a joy gone past
Shared with family and friends everywhere;
Knowing such celebrations would always last
If we honor our Country with love and care.
©Frances Donehoo Presson
If ever you are lonely or feel you do not have a
Remember God is beside you, until the very end
You see God made us His masterpiece
One He gives thanks for
He made the miracle of life in Jesus
To go on forevermore
There were times I would sit and wonder
Why we all were born
I thought of the beauty a new born baby gives
God has a plan for us in His great universe
It may not seem so at the time
But this masterpiece of God
Is the miracle of love that He calls mankind
A mother feels it in her baby
Or some feel it in their heart
Yet no matter how it happens
It is there a mother
Can play her perfect part
We think of a lonely couple who pray to God each
Wanting their baby as they feel it is their
Than comes that mother delivering her first
''And she cries..Dear God, thank you for the
miracle of birth''
All of us as people, come with just one goal
To make a masterpiece of what God has foretold.
So when you wonder at the stars each night
How God created every one
Realize you too are a promise
And God's work in you is done.
©Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet
The Simple Poets Way
There is an effervescent magic in the dawning of
A vision of the clouds above which dance in
With sunlight peering through and challenging my
To leave my mark on this today, with feelings so
I cannot save the world with my actions or my
I cannot plant the universe with joyous kindness
But I'll do just what I can , in my subtle
To make the morning brighter for the world in
some small way.
I'll extend a hand of friendship, to those who
care to hold
I will tell my tales of gentleness, to those who
will be told,
In a few poetic rhymes, I will share the things
For those who wish to listen, before on their
way they go.
I will open up my heart to expose the love
I will try to live a life which doesn't hurt,
and doesn't sin.
And when a new dawn breaks, as we know it surely
And our cup will runneth over, we shall know we
So when you see the dawn, as it breaks another
Think of all the little treasures which will
pass you on the way,
And appreciate the goodness of a life that's
filled with love,
And give thanks to God Almighty, your saviour up
Try to be the type of person, whom you would
like to know,
Try to offer up the kindness, which you'd wish
for folks to show,
And when you're feeling sad, and life makes you
shed a tear,
Remember of these words I type, which truly are
The beauty of a morning is created just for you,
The ocean in its glory, the skies of powder
The valleys and the hillsides, the friendships
for the making..
Are all Gods gifts so wonderful, and there just
for your taking.
Live every day to fullness, as if it were your
Take every opportunity, before it rushes past,
Appreciate each rainbow, each perfect fine
And live your life as best you can, with no time
Dont hold on to your grudges, however big they
Open arms, embrace the world, however long and
Cast aside your shackles, surrounding every day,
And live a life that's pure and good, the simple
©2005 Sally Y Hemingway
You are a loving dad
You're always there when I need you
You dry my tears when I cry
and tell me
everything will be okay sweetie.
You never let me down when I need you the most
You are there for all your kids but we never
tell you this enough thank you and we love you.
You deal with all the stuff we throw at you and
You are a loving dad
You mean the world to me dad and,
all I want for
you is for you to be happy.
I wish I could be there for you the way you have
been there for me.
Thank you daddy for everything I love you
Many years ago,
This man walked into my life.
It took awhile to realize,
That he was sent from above.
God knew what He was doing,
Providing this man for me.
For God alone knew,
What was in store for me.
He knew of the unemployment,
When money would be scarce.
He knew how soon the babies would come,
And that time would be so sparse.
God knew of the years of depression,
When this man strong and true,
Would keep on reassuring me,
That he was by my side.
Yes God knew this man would be faithful,
And stand beside me through thick and thin.
He knew just what I needed,
And sent this man to me.
He is so very handsome,
Always very patient with my faults,
And he never seems to notice,
My extra lumps and bumps.
God saw this man,
And knew he would be,
The very, very best,
Man for me.
Now twenty five years have flown on by,
And three grown children stand by our side.
A grandson sadly resides with Him,
But our wee grand daughter has a cheeky grin.
Thank you Lord, for this man of mine.
For letting him stand here by my side.
Another twenty five years I ask,
Of strength, stability, love and laughs.
Dedicated to my husband Neil ,
who took me for his wife 25 years ago 17th