Poetry

I do not consider myself a poet but through the years I have felt an urge to rhyme some sentences. I guess the first time it happened was when I fell MADLY in love with Tom B-----, my first year of college. I wrote several little poems in that awe of emotion.

It has never been anything that I did on a regular basis. I guess I really haven't tried. I just thought I would add the ones I have found .

This first one was written on June 17, 1991. It was the last time that Grandma and Papa kept the kids for a week during the summer. It was a welcome relief for us and probably a pretty stressful time for them. Papa died almost a year to the day after this on June 19, 1992.

TO MY CHILDREN

While you were gone, I had some time,
To reflect on all the years.
The good, the bad, the in-between.
The laughs and even the tears.

The time is moving quickly,
When you and I will part,
And many things I long to teach
Are still buried in my heart.

A love for God, our Father,
A turst in Him, Supreme,
A knowledge that, no matter what
On HIM you can ever lean.

These things are not taught in short devotions,
Or even pious words, quickly said,
But living daily with every emotion,
In bondage to Him whose blood was shed.

You cannot go wrong by giving Him,
What He has entrusted to you,
Your time, your strength and your talents,
Your thoughts and your actions, too.

I love you each with undying love,
But even that seems insincere,
When measured with the love He gave,
By sharing His Son, so dear.

My hearts desire, before you came,
And even now remains,
That you will walk so close to Him,
That others, too, will want the same.

I love you, Shawn, Maleah, and Ryan

Colossians 1:9-14
Mom