Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

You came to us as a Princess
A pretty Granddaughter baby girl
So full of love and laughter
A sparkling diamond in this world

You were Unicorns and Rainbows
Smiles and giggles from the start
A beautiful ray of sunshine
You captured our lives and heart

We had play days together
Sleep overs and tea party's too
Dance rehearsals dressed all in pink
So adorable that was you.

As years go by we watched you grow
Into a lady oh so keen
You may not be our little girl now
But YOU the princess is a queen

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,
she holds her babies tight.
The soft voice of an angel
Keeps singing through the night.
As children crawl upon her lap
And play upon her knee,
She sings the silly, joyful tunes
They love so playfully.
Mama sang the hymns of blessings,
With love and grace so tenderly.
She sang "How Far is Heaven,"
And "Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me."
When young years turn to golden
And memories go back in time,
She clenches now her dolly
And sings rhythm with a rhyme.
When words of songs have been forgotten,
She hugs her dolly tight.
She tries so hard to sing the words
But just can't sing it right.
She now sings la la la la la la la,
As she holds her dolly tight,

Father, I thank you for the days and nights,
And thank you for this warm morning light.
For food and shelter, for your loving care,
And for all in this world that is good and fair.
Help us to be gentle, honest and true,
To show more kindness in all that we do.
To smile and be pleasant in all that we say,
To grow more loving each and every day.
To lend a helping hand, help others in need,
And to love one another as you have loved me.

Thank You, Father
Amen

Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.

Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.

Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
Into mischief but truly a scout.

Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
A boy is a boy when his dukes are up

The things I love about you
Aren't going away with age.
You will still calm me down,
Perk me up, get me excited,
and drive me crazy.
It's not how handsome you are,
Or how you look in your clothes
It's seeing your smile when we meet
after a long day apart,
It's the wink you give me from
Across the room.
The special excitement of keeping
It all brand new.
It's not the silver in your hair,
Or the hat or tie you wear,
It's the pat of affection as I pass by
It's the laughter when we share a joke,
It's sneaking around with you having a rendezvous
It's the sweetness in your voice,
It's being there when you're needed
And the loneliness when you're not,
It's sitting beside you watching a baseball game.
It's the snugs and hugs in the middle of the night
The things I love about you
Aren't going away with age.

How can we doubt God's wondrous love
And see a pure white flying dove.
A ray of sunshine from the sky
A tiny baby peacefully lies.
See the puffy clouds among the blue
And watch the golden poppies bloom.
Hear the charming song the blue birds sing
The joy and laughter little children bring,
A loving smile on someone's face
A rainbow appearing anyplace.
How can we doubt God's wondrous love

I believe there's a unique rose garden
Where a sturdy rose bush grows.
Among the twigs and branches
There sits a beautiful rose.
Though the stocks are strong and thorn-less,
The stems are never bare.
Here grows a large enchanting rose,
Her beauty so elegantly rare.
Standing out among the others,
Her uniqueness is heavenly fine.
A rainbow of many colors
Throughout her pedals are entwined.
In God's unique rose garden,
The rose will never wilt away.
The blossoms will bloom again and again,
And the rose will never fade.
In God's unique rose garden
It's a wonderous sight to behold,
To see the birth of eternal growth,
Where the rose will forever grow.

God handpicked our singing angel
To sing in his heavenly home
She's singing with the angel choir
And around God's golden throne

When the angel came and took her hand
She whispered, "Come with me
God has a home in his great kingdom
You will sing for eternity."

She's joined the ringing harp strings
She's earned her pure white wings
Her voice so much an angel
Will be ringing as she sings

She'll be singing Hallelujah
Praise God with lifting hands
Singing hymns and ballads
Through God's glory land

We loved our angel here on earth
Her songs so pure and true
The peace of God rang in her voice
When she sang for me and you

Heaven gained a singing angel
And we will miss her here below
The remembrance of her endearing voice
Is embedded within our souls

So when we remember her
She'll be a song upon our hearts
She'll forever sing in her new home
With God's angels and the ringing harps

I prayed for the Lord to bless me
With someone special for me to love,
A woman to have and cherish,
A faithful treasure from above.
Then soon God sent you to me,
Someone to join my life.
A blessing to have and hold forever,
A friend, mother, and wife.
So God sent to me from heaven
The answer to my prayers
And changed my world forever
Through the abundance of love we share.