My Heart's Prayer
	Mother's Passing
	Good to Touch
	My Precious Oak Tree
	Sparkling Star
	My Girls
	My Mom
	Remembering

 

My Heart’s Prayer In my heart there rings a prayer, “Wait for me till I get there,” Oh! My Lord I love you so, All my life has been despair, Wait for me, wait for me, I’ll be there to be with Thee, Not for Now, but for Eternity In my heart there rings a prayer, Wait for me till I get there, Oh! My Lord I need you so, Take me from this land of woe, Take me now, take me now, as on my knees I will bow, To my Lord forever I will vow. In my heart there rings a prayer, Wait for me till I get there, Oh! My Lord how I do fear, That when I come you’ll not be there, Let me know, let me see, That when I come I’ll be with Thee, Not for Now, but for eternity.     Mothers Passing Sometimes we sit and wonder why, Our lives were meant to be, But then we looked into her eyes,  And it was clear to see. To love, to laugh, to pray each day, To keep our faith so strong, To fill our lives with happiness, And keep them from all wrong. Oh mother, we will do our best, To seek and find this happiness, With your love of life we pray, We will find our way someday.     Good to Touch My poor Ben he tries so hard, To lose a pound or two, He starves himself, he does without, If only he knew, That he will surely find the way, And maybe there will come a day, When he can eat the food he lacks, The pasta’s and the “jumbo Jacks” What a day that will be, To eat and eat and never see, An ounce of weight, a drop of fat, Then I shall surely tip my hat, To the man I love so very much, And Oh! He feels so good to touch. - 1973       My Precious Oak Tree   There once was an oak tree that grew so tall, and I stood there and cried as I watched it fall.   I’m sure it was there when the Indians came, It saw covered wagons, much sorrow and pain.   So many living things depended on it, to shade them, protect them and yet, Man came along for progress they say, and began to saw and to cut and to chop it away.   It seemed to resist with a mighty try, and I stood and I watched and continued to cry.   Finally it started to crack you see, it creaked and it groaned as if in agony.   It’s last groaning sound was like a dying man, no longer will my precious oak tree stand. – 1974         Sparkling Star   Star that sparkles in the night, tell me, “Where does thou get thy light?   Is it from the moon you see, or do you sparkle because of me?   Tell me then if that is so, then why don’t I also grow”?  - 1975         My Girls   This poem is for my girls you see should anything ever happen to me.   I want you to know that I love you so and through our lives my spirit will grow.   Just live your lives in the way of the Lord and we will receive our great reward.   We’ll be together in heaven you see and then I’ll again have my girls with me.         My Mom     What would three girls do without a mother like you? Your life has been very hard with very little reward.   You loved a man so very much he left you with just a touch.  A touch of his hand, a little squeeze and soon you were down on your knees, asking God, “What will I do with three little girls still in school?”  But you stood very tall protecting us like a great wall.   We left you to marry you see, you were left with but a memory.  Now we are all very grown, with lots of children of our own.    Soon I begin to realize how great you are in my eyes.  My arms reach out and bring you to my heart, and I know you will always be a part of my every breath, my every care, if I searched the world everywhere I’ll never find, I’ll never see, a greater lady then you are to me.  - 1974       Remembering   As a little girl – I remember playing with dolls.  Tying a rope to a stick and riding the greatest horse in the world. Driving my scooter dad made with a pair of my old skates.  Putting a blanket over the cloths line and having the neatest tent ever.  I remember going to the store for my mom and limping home so people would say, “Look at that poor child”. I remember being afraid of daddy when I did something wrong.    As a child I remember making fudge with my friends.  Fighting with my older sister.  Mowing the lawn with my dad’s home made electric mower, running over the cord.  Getting my hair caught in the wringer of the washing machine.  Mixing the hot starch with a stick.  Playing Kick the can.  Helping my dad sharpen lawn mowers.  Hoeing weeds when the ground was so very hard.  The stilts my father made me, walking up and down the street.  I remember dad, a little drunk, giving me a quarter when he came home.    As a teenager I remember dad died!  The school bus sent flowers.  Mom went to work.  The house was so quiet.  I graduated from High School, dad wasn’t there!  I got my first job, dad didn’t know!  I got married, dad didn’t give me away!    As an adult I remember, why did dad die?  Why does mother still live alone?  Why can’t dad see my children?  Why can't I show him how much I love him, now that I am no longer an awkward teenage girl?

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