Wonder Mom
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.
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.
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,
Thank you, Ann, you're so right. Thank you for reading and appreciating this poem, blessings always
We work no long hours
nor keep track of the time,
We are living in the moment
with each one by our sides.
Thanks, John. I'm glad you enjoy the side-by-side poem, I so much appreciate your comment.
Blessings to you
Judy
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.
While on this ride on the road called life
It's best to take it all in stride
Take the good with the bad,
Be joyful when you're sad,
That is adorable! At first I was like, oooooh, hope it doesn't get too graphic. But it was so interesting. I read it to my husband and we laughed and laughed. Good writing.
Jac Judy Campbell
That is such a good poem. My husband had a large Doberman. Everyone was afraid of this dog, but he would lay on the floor with our children and let them pull on his ears. My Husband said he would probably greet the thief at the door and help him carry our belongings away.
Jac Judy Campbell
Oh my! That was so heart-warming. As I was reading, I started remembering many of the same qualities in my own mother. I lost my mother 2 1/2 years ago to Alzheimer's. It was a horrible time for us 5 kids. We lost a little of her each day, until God took her home.
This poem reminds me of my mother. She loved planting flowers, especially roses. That was one of her greatest joys, and one year she grew beautiful roses the size of a 2 lb. coffee can lid. One day I took a picture of her holding a pretty yellow rose, and as I snapped the picture she moved the rose in front of her face, being silly, and we could not even see who she was. That's how big she could grow roses. That year when the roses withered and died, she did too! My mother passed away two years ago, but to this day her beautiful roses have continued to bloom.
That is a cute poem! Sounds just like the silliness children try to pull. My children would try, then they would remember if they were sick they had to stay in bed all day, no television, no phone, drinking lots of water.