Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

If you see my mom in heaven,
She won't be hard to find.
She's God's masterpiece of
Motherhood.
She's unique and one of a kind.

She'll be the one with the prettiest
Smile.
Her angel wings she wears with pride,
And as she reaches out to greet you,
You'll see the twinkle in her eyes.

She'll be digging in God's flower beds,
Gathering flowers as she goes.
She'll pick a single flower bouquet:
The beauty of God's red rose.

She'll be playing with the smallest angels,
Singing joyful games upon her knee,
Or maybe writing words of wisdom,
Or reciting a poem or three.

She's with her mom and dad now,
Embracing them lovingly or
Visiting with her long-lost friends,
Chatting so happily.

She'll be God's strongest angel.
No more burdens will she bear.
She'll stroll about with strength and grace,
Kneeling with God in prayer.

So if you see my mom in heaven,
Will you take care of her for me?
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
And hug her just for me.

You see, she was my special mom,
The truest friend she was to me.
She taught me all about our God
And the love he had for me.

She's my royal queen of mothers.
She'll wear her very own crown.
She'll sit and share God's golden
Throne in God's beautiful
Heavenly home.

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
She's our good fairy godmother
A mighty mom everywhere
The sun in the morning
She's our daily prayer
She's our encouraging voice
As we grow day by day
The rose in the vase
The shine on a cloudy day
She's God's angel sent from heaven
Our bright star in the night
The queen of our souls
She's our shadow in the light
A comfort when she holds you
A memory when she's gone
A million tiny heart beats
The music in a song
She's a love that's everlasting
Worth more than diamonds and gold
We thank God for our mothers
A sacred treasure to behold

If you see my dad in Heaven
He won't be hard to find.
He'll be the one to greet you first,
For he's a one-of-a-kind.

He'll be the one with the softest voice,
A veteran's cap upon his head,
Or he's probably in God's beautiful
Garden, with a shovel in his hand.

He'll be watching the pretty hummingbirds,
A warm smile upon his face,
And as he leaves to go about, he'll
Be walking with strength and grace.

He'll sit among the story tellers,
For that's what he does best.
He will tell about his life on earth
Before he was called to rest.

He's with his Mom and Dad now,
Embracing them tenderly.
Never no longer to miss them or
Wonder where they might be.

He may be playing with the children,
And there sits one upon his knee
Laughing and singing the games of fun,
Clapping hands so joyfully.

Now if you haven't found my Dad yet,
He's probably kneeling by the throne,
Surrounded by God's angels,
Praying for his loved ones below.

He wasn't famous in this world
Nor did any heroic deeds.
He was a strong, hard-working man,
Taking care of those in need.

For you see, he was my hero,
Bigger than big to me.
He taught me all a son should know
And about the love God has for me.

So if you see my Dad in heaven,
Tell him I'm doing fine.
Let him know how much I miss him,
And I think of him most of the time.

You know he was my hero,
So will you give him a hug or two?
Tell him how much I love him and
I'll be seeing him someday soon.

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.

For many years God carried me
And kept me at my best.
He strengthened me and kept me strong.
For this we're truly blessed.

Hold strong to our family heritage.
Keep living your life through God.
Keep carrying on the traditions,
The big ones and the small.

Remember all the good times,
The happiness and the love.
Think of me when you reminisce
As I'll be smiling from above.

My mind's at ease, my soul has peace.
My body's now at rest,
For an angel came for me today
And said God needs the best.

The serenity of going home is a miracle
We all shall seek,
So please don't think of me and cry
With a tear upon your cheek.

I've lived and traveled long and hard
To reach my journey's final end,
So let's just say, "Goodbye for now,
Until we're together again."

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.

Tying to a flag pole, Old Jugs he did hitch.
Into the saloon, a thirst he did quench.
An officer steps up and warns with a frown,
"Get on your horse and ride out of town!"

The sheriff is coming not far behind.
Old Jugs to the shelter and Willis a fine,
So Willis, he jumps on Old Jugs and replies,
“Not my horse to the shelter, you will not take.
I'll ride him on home; no law will I break."

The sheriff steps up and says to dismount.
A test of sobriety we must have the count.
The charge was drunk driving while riding on Jugs.
A steep fine to pay for a few chug-a-lugs.

A riled up Willis spent the night in the tank
To pay for a charge he claimed not to make.
Down to the courthouse he'll saddle up and ride
To face his accusers with Old Jugs by his side.

But we all know when it's all said and done,
He'll saddle Old Jugs and ride into town for
       
A few chug-a-lugs.