Poems by Alora M. Knight

Though words are written
About mothers, that is true,
Still, I know that no one ever had
A mother just like you.

I never had to wonder
If your love was there for me.
You showed it in so many ways
That it was plain to see.

You helped me see the beauty
Of this world in which we're living.
You showed me how much happiness
Can come from cheerful giving.

Your faith gave me the courage
To pursue those distant goals
That might have seemed impossible
For less encouraged souls.

So let these heartfelt words of mine
Be included with the others,
For you have been the very best,
My own beloved mother.

A gardener, if he's very wise,
When it is planting season,
Will always use the best of seeds.
It only stands to reason.

Because he knows when harvest comes
He'll reap what he has sown.
If he's been careful, he'll be proud
Of all that he has grown.

It makes me realize that words
Are very much like seeds.
People use all kinds of them
That seem to fit their needs.

But, unlike seeds, the words we speak
Don't stay down in the ground.
More likely in a fertile mind
Is where they will be abound.

Where they are nourished by the thoughts
Of those who seek to find
A way they can express themselves.
The way of all mankind.

Especially fertile is the mind
Of every little one,
So we should be so careful
Before much harm is done.

A child will mimic what he hears
And not give it a thought.
He doesn't even realize
Just what he has been taught.

Still, when he's grown, his attitude,
And what he will believe
Will come from words that he has heard
And what his mind received.

If he's been fed on ugly words,
He'll grow up full of hate
For those he thinks are different.
A most unhappy state.

Because that hatred then will spread.
It can go on forever,
With nations hating nations.
Peace, a lost endeavor.

So take care when you are speaking.
Plant words that when they grow,
Will bring forth love and wisdom.
You'll be glad you made it so.

I wonder if we realize
The gifts that we've been given,
The endless flow of beauty
Bestowed on us by heaven.

A rainbow arcing 'cross the skies
Shares its radiant hues,
While clouds that tumble here and there
Portray fantastic views.

Nighttime's filled with countless stars,
Each shares a twinkling light
While the moon rotates in glory
As it travels throughout the night.

Those who welcome early dawn
See beauty unsurpassed.
The evening sun surrenders day,
Its glowing lights amassed.

It's there for everyone to share,
To benefit thereby.
A beauty that is freely given
To those who look up at the sky.