Early this morning a very special lady passed away. She welcomed me with open arms as a daughter when I married her son. She loved her grandkids and made it a tradition to come each year to watch the boys participate in the Pinewood Deby. We will greatly miss her here on earth but heaven has gained a beautiful jewel. I wrote the following poem that I wrote for her on Mother’s Day in 2014.
Clank “Gee! Haw!” clip clop
Our neighbor hitches his mules —
Chew your food slowly
Americans rush too much
Take the time to talk.
Lord, I don’t have enough time
to spend with you today.
First, I need to feed my man
and send him on his way.
Your love surrounds me day by day.
You watched me grow, work, and play.
Your prayers protected and fought for me.
You led me to Christ who set me free.
Greedy shoppers stampede into stores
Ransacking shelves – wanting more;
While the homeless man lies shivering outside
Wondering – if food and shelter – someone will provide.
Love, laughter, peace, joy;
family and friends together,
home is not a house.
Poetry is in the wind,
in the grass,
and in the gentle breeze.
Sitting in darkness
by the one
who vowed to