Family

In poems I have tried to express the love and respect I have for my family.  When writing and reading these poems I smiled, I cried and I was always thankful that God saw fit to give me this gift.  Through the hurt, the tears and pain I always saw through to the laughter, the chaos, the growing up, the memories and the love whether spoken or not.  I will share these poems once in a while as a gift to my family.  Today starting with my grandma and my sons.

 

I knew my Grandma Plante best, mostly because my paternal grandmother died when I was very young.  Each of us seven siblings were able to spend a week at her home By Ourselves which is a very big deal when there are seven siblings and parents sharing a three bedroom house!  She started her day very early cooking up a big breakfast for us and sometimes farmers from the surrounding farms. She read her devotional after breakfast and then didn’t stop until time for bed.  She amazed me!

Grandma

A powdered apron hanging on a chair,

Caressing warmth from the oven,

Aromas of fresh baked pies,

Evidence of love from a special lady.

 

A  needle and thread lie on the intricate quilt,

Ball jars of peaches, corn, green beans and pickles line the

pantry shelves,

A new frock under the needle of the sewing machine,

Results of industry from an energetic woman.

 

A pinch on the cheek,

Hot chocolate by the ice skating pond,

Special ornaments illuminating each Christmas tree,

A hug and kiss upon entering the front door,

Affection from a child’s special friend.

 

As I make memories with my grandchildren I hope they will know beyond a doubt the love and hopes I have for them.

 

My Sons

I have two sons born three years apart.  They were and are the light of my life.  Each time we are able to spend together I am amazed that they were mine first!

These poems were written when they were born.  Written separately but together a prayer for their lives.

 

Welcome, my son,

Do you know the love that brings you here?

Sleeping boy; sweet face of innocence.

You play in the sand, proud of your first steps.

Questioning each detail of living.

You jump from the tallest rock,

Trusting we’ll be there to catch you.

Be truthful, my son,

Achieve your dreams

Believe in your ability to conquer!

 

 

Sweet boy, are you really ours?

The miracle of your birth is brought to mind each time I watch you sleep.

Innocence on your lips;

May they always speak the truth.

Playful eyes;

May they forever be aware of the deception of man and the

perfectness of God.

Little hand still learning to move and grasp,

Keep on learning and searching, my son,

For your answers will be revealed.

 

 

They are still my JOY!