God's Creation
in Animal Poems
I am sitting here in a quiet early morning
There is a silent breeze whispering through the trees,
A Blue Jay is talking with his loud squawk
As he peeks through the trees at me.
in Animal Poems
I am sitting here in a quiet early morning
There is a silent breeze whispering through the trees,
A Blue Jay is talking with his loud squawk
As he peeks through the trees at me.
in Husband Poems
On a crowded street, I saw him
On a corner close to home,
His walk was long and steady,
He wore your style of clothes
in Grandchildren Poems
You were once a little guy,
So cute and such a joy,
In and out of mischief,
For such a little boy.
I remember when you were small
enough to fit inside the bend of my arm,
Your little hand wrapped around my finger,
They named you Gerald Wayne and called you Jerry.
in Inspirational Poems
Everyday I pray
I cry every day,
Everyday I sing
I give every day,
That’s so true if you stop and consider how our lives unfold or grow. It is a constant battle to fight the wars in order to keep a balanced, steady life. That's why we have God, so we can turn to him for everything anytime. He comforts during all of our challenges.
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.