To Have And To Hold
in Hope Poems
May our challenges be triumphs
Our accomplishments are huge
Our strengths are many, our fears are few.
Have peace and contentment that can't be destroyed,
in Hope Poems
May our challenges be triumphs
Our accomplishments are huge
Our strengths are many, our fears are few.
Have peace and contentment that can't be destroyed,
in Mother Poems
Of all the wonders you have done,
The events you planned, the races run.
The workload endured day by day,
The deeds that were completed along the way.
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.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
When the day becomes an evening
And I've seen the passing sun
I know I've heard the last little chirp
Of songs the birds have sung
You write beautifully. I must look out for more of your poems. Very best wishes, Ann
in Prayer Poems
Take my hand, dear Lord
Wherever I may roam
To lead me each and every day
So I'll never walk alone
Well done, Judy. Congratulations on another wonderful poem. I'm a fan. I look out for you on the review page to see what you've posted. God bless you, sister.
Dad everyday must be a celebration in your
Beautiful Heavenly Home
But it seems today is not the same,
For your children here below,
Hi, Judy. I am really sorry for your loss, these a beautiful masterpiece. Thanks for sharing.
in Religious Poems
Like dust we shall all rise in a moment, like a thief in the night
The Lord will be coming with a loud noise from the high
The moon will be darkened, the sun won't cast its shine,
The stars will be falling from the ebony sky
Hi, sister Judy, my family friend forum friend. Loved your sweet poem. God bless you. Thanks for sharing.
in Humorous Poems
Willis the cowpoke rode into town
On his Old Jugs, just horsing around.
Down highway 26 he rode Old Jugs
To the local saloon for a few chug-a-lugs.
These men get very well acquainted with their horses, their ole pals you might say, The clumping of horse hooves, the whinney demand for carrots and sugar cubes, the barn yard smell. kinda...
The strongest branch has fallen
From our family tree.
God had his way; he's taking me home,
So you need not grieve for me.
My oldest brother passed away on Dec 24, 2016, and this poem was published that same day. This poem speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing!
in Mother Poems
She's a gift to her children
Our strong devotion each day
A hand in our hand
A breath of fresh air along the way
This is heart-warming and beautifully explained. Love you, Mom. You always help me with everything, and you guide me on the right path.