I Still Hear My Mama Singing
in Aging Poems
Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
in Aging Poems
Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
in Spiritual Poems about Death
Is there a window In heaven Lord?
A window to look out and see
From a window up above Lord
For my loved ones to look down on me
I'm just a simple writer
I use not fancy words
I only write what's in my head
With words from the old school
Yes, I too find writing very therapeutic - it was especially so when we discovered that my husband was terminally ill. Very best wishes, Ann.
If I forget to tell you, I had a wonderful time
For all the todays and tomorrows
And for the years we left behind.
If I forget to tell you, I love your calm
I am so thankful to my husband for loving me unconditionally and sincerely.
If I didn't know where you came from,
If you had a different name,
Or perhaps you were a different color,
I would still love you the same.
in Valentine Poems to Husbands
He's not a scented flower
That fades from day to day,
Nor is he a dozen roses
In a beautiful glass bouquet.
I'm going where the rainbows glow
And the clouds will never cry.
The sun will sit upon the Earth
To warm the heavens with its shine.
in Christmas Poems
C----Christ born upon this earth
H----Hallelujah, praise God for his birth
R----Rejoicing our Lord has come
I-----Immanuel, God's chosen one
You came to us as a Princess
A pretty Granddaughter baby girl
So full of love and laughter
A sparkling diamond in this world
in Mother Daughter Poems
Mom,
When I was just a little tot, I followed after you.
I asked to help by saying, "Me do, me do, me do."
I suppose I was a nuisance, a problem in many ways,