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Because ~ 25/31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes

I have the MOST wonderful mom!  The older I get, the more I become like her and that’s a good thing for me!

 

 

“Honor your father and MOTHER, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.” Exodus 20:12 (NIV)

 

Because

Those dreaded words
Our mothers said
When we were young and free.

With rolled eyes
I’d stomp my foot
When they were aimed at me.

That simple phrase
In a tone quite firm
Would end our childhood fun.

I never knew
Just what it meant
Except that we were done.

As I grew
I vowed one thing
That I would never do.

Repeat those words
My mother used
When I had children,too.

It didn’t take long
As a mother myself
For reality to set in.

The kids were wild
I was tired
You won’t believe what happened then.

To put an end
To their sibling rants
My hands went to my hips

I opened my mouth
And my mother’s words
Came easily from my lips.

The children stopped
And looked at me
Their eyes rolled to and fro.

I said it once more
In honor of mom
Because… I said so!”

 

 

 

 

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Grace Said No

“I have told you these things so that in Me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33 (NIV)
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Grace Said No

The crown of thorns

Forced on His head,

Bruises, slashes,

Wounds that bled.

Voices heard

Above the crowd,

Jeers and Jokes

Mocking loud.

Rhythm made by

Each hammer blow.

Perfect heart

Beating slow.

Darkness swallowed

Up the sky

As they waited

For Him to die.

“It is finished”

Said for me

While the devil 

Danced with glee.

“I’ve won!” He bragged

“I told you so….”

But on Easter morn

Grace.

 Said.

No.

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I’m joining up again with #livefreeThursday at http://www.tsuzanneeller.com The prompts was “no”.  Sometimes a poem just comes out of me even when it is not what I plan to write. Want to see what other women are writing on “no”? Click on over to Suzie’s site.

A Teacher’s Heart

Teaching is a Work of Heart!

Teaching is a Work of Heart!

To all my precious Teacher friends out there…Happy Teacher Appreciation Day!  Never forget what an important job you do and how much I admire you!

A Teacher’s Heart

It started when I was very young,

A seed began to grow.

Crayons, scissors, glitter too,

Went with me where I’d go.

Sunday School, babysitting

Camp counselor and more,

Time with children anywhere

Caused my heart to soar.

It took hard work along the way

And several interviews

With love and support of family and friends

I stepped into my teacher shoes.

Those poor first students who had to teach me

Time and time again

Lessons tried, lessons failed

Lessons that should never have been.

Through it all they didn’t give up

And thankfully neither did I,

When I think back on those precious first years

I truly want to cry.

I’ve put my heart and soul into

My classrooms and each child,

Each day a new adventure

Some good, some bad, some wild.

Thirty-two years of my life

Living out this dream,

The ups, the downs, laughs and tears,

The times I wanted to scream.

The teacher’s day is never through

It’s hard to understand

The patience, the strength, the prayers it takes

To embrace a job so grand.

The seed has grown and blossomed

Its roots have gone quite deep.

In my heart are memories

A treasure I’ll always keep.

Little did I know back then

Long ago when this did start,

That God’s perfect plan all along

Was to give me a teacher’s heart.

Once a teacher, now a teacher

it’s what I’ve always been

Looking back I have no doubt

I’d do it all again.

Poetry Here, There, and Everywhere

I have arrived at my first destination safely and I’m excited to say that even tho I am tired and my mind is not working on all cylinders, I still have a poem for you tonight.  It is written by my sister, Barbie….oops, Barb to her friends. What a gift it was to receive this today. Also, if you look in the comments for yesterday’s post you will find another special poem written by my friend, Robin! Poetry here,  there, and everywhere! Just how I like it!

 

 

So I admire my sister for her wisdom, faith and kindness. So here is a little poem to help at least one more day!
ODE TO CINDY

My sister is a writer extraordinaire
She has admirers everywhere

I will miss her poems everyday
But busy she is with that grandbaby on the way!

I encourage her to continue on
And don’t make us wait too long

I love her dearly she is my sister and friend
I am not the poet in the family so this is the end.

I Hope It’s Not My Last

At the beginning of the month I challenged myself to write a poem a day in April as a way to celebrate Poetry month.  It’s April 14th and I am pleasantly surprised to have made it this far. April’s not over yet, but my poetry writing days may be.  I have lots going on in my life right now and I am about to head out on a little trip.  I’m not sure how being out of my routine, having lots of fun with family, and poetry writing will fit together. We shall see.  So, with thirteen poems down, here’s one more before I hit the road.

I Hope It’s Not My Last

I almost made it halfway and  that’s good,

But, I may not make it as far as I should.

Life is moving at a rapid rate,

Poetry writing may have to wait.

I’m packing up and leaving town,

There may be no time to write things down.

I hate to think that this poem’s my last,

But if it is, I’ve had a blast!

Thank you for your patience with me in posting a poem a day. It really has been fun!  Is there anyone out there that would like to pick up where I’m leaving off?  Day 15 awaits!

My BETTER List

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My BETTER List

Songs and music of every kind,

All the seashells I can find,

Chocolate, Coffee, an Easter Peep,

Hallmark movies that make me weep,

Birds and goats and each Grand~Dog,

Standing on a mountaintop above the fog,

The sound of a wave crashing on shore,

My children arriving at my front door,

The flowers and trees around my yard,

Finding someone just the right card,

Comfortable shoes that are stylish too,

Projects that take glitter and glue,

My family, my faith, and my dear friends,

A really good book I hope never ends,

New recipes and eggs straight from the nest,

These are the things that I love best!

My List

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Still Waiting!

My List

Folding socks, mopping floors,

Opening broken garage doors,

Putting away groceries, buzzing flies,

Eating right, and EXERCISE,

Liver, tomatoes, stinky cheese,

Skirts that show my wrinkly knees,

Snakes and bats and curly hair,

Closed in spaces with no air,

Getting up early, packing a lunch,

These are all things I dislike a bunch!

A Glimpse of a Miracle

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;"  Psalm 139:13-14

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;” Psalm 139:13-14

A Glimpse of a Miracle

I gazed upon his perfect face

His hands, and little toes

I thought I caught a glimpse of her

Around his button nose.

He kicked, he yawned and then he blinked

In awe I took it in.

I’m pretty sure his dad and he

share a handsome chin.

A miracle right before my eyes

Tears of joy ran down my cheek.

For where once only God could see

I was blessed to take a peek.

Little Boxes

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Little Boxes

Little boxes stacked up high

Inside, memories of days gone by.

Pictures, letters, report cards, too

Together they tell the story of you.

Bits and pieces of times long past,

Carefully saved to make remembrances last.

A poem, a ribbon, a small round stone

Preserved to go through when we feel alone.

Little boxes stacked up once more

Tucked in the closet, close the door.

Life moves on and then one day

Little boxes, so precious, are thrown away.

“Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.  Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.”  Matthew 6:19-21

Beach Dreaming

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Beach Dreaming

Her flowing arms rush toward me, open, bidding me to come.

Resonating in my ears, the rhythm of her song mimics my heartbeat.

She warms my very soul as balm on my skin.

Her fragrance familiar and serene,

A light breath passes across my cheek, briny,  cool, causing me to quiver.

I sigh, let go, and immerse myself in her beauty.

On her shore, I am reawakened once again.

 I am whole.