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This is a poem I wrote in 1997. Michael and I had separated the year before this; but at this point, we had worked hard through alot of issues and were reconciled. I thought when I was younger that I wanted to be a writer, because I love stories and the beauty of language. I had many other interests and activities, and never really made it a priority. Whenever I was assigned something to write in school, I felt frustrated, stuck and just unable to think. It felt like pulling teeth! One early Spring day as I was enjoying my coffee and a quiet time of devotion after the kids were gone to school, this literally poured out of me and wrote itself through my happy tears. As I was writing it down, I was aware of what a delightful surprise it was to me since I didn’t even have to try! Only my family has read it. I place it here because of you all and for such a time as this. I hope it brings you joy, and a Happy Mother’s Day, my friends.


The joy is pink and bright!
The children, wide-eyed
Safe in angels’ care.

This life I have,
Which Jesus gave,
A home, a haven, a sweetheart man.
He rubs my feet,
I’ll help him work to show these babies blessed Life,
Beautiful, brave, eternal.

Lavender lilacs.
Love from my Light.
Birds in emerald bushes sit,
Lightly pecking seeds then floating
up on wings, fine-feathered;
Floating, dipping, playful birds.
Fly to my loved ones
Freedom’s fresh and laughing tears

Oh, thank you, thank you Jesus!
The taste of gardens, grains and woodland fowl.
The strength to stand against the winds
of God’s family’s frightened foe.
The rations to battle now in prayer,
Now to rest - protected by praising
YOU - Mighty Golgotha Warrior.

Do my young ones see these things
and feel them as I do?
Oh, no - much more
Insightfully and deeply
Will they know God’s love because
He loves them a generation more!
This is how much I trust my Savior
To care for them Creatively.
I cannot care for, teach or love them
A grain of sand as He.
I try, He helps me, but as I go
To Heaven, or they before,
They’ll have Him there revealing
More of the comforting Spirit shining.

Sloping down, westward expanse of land
Snow-filled clouds atop the mesa
The joy sighs smiling -
white & steel gleaming gray.

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