Special Treat ??“ Poetry for Mothers Day

May 8, 2005

Christopher

Debra Shiveley

As a child you have taught me patience,
Generosity, faith and truth.
You've taught me the art of selflessness,
And the right paths to choose.

You have raised me even higher
Than I ever thought I'd be.
I am a far, far better person
Since I first held you close to me.

You are my life, you are my treasure,
My hope, my heart, my joy.
You are my Wellspring of Happiness.
You are my Beautiful Boy.

D. E. Shiveley

?©2004

merribuck @aol.com 

~**~**~

My Love

Debra Shiveley

You have given me the job I never weary of,
The name I will never change nor give to another.
You have made me the person I wish to be remembered as.
You have made me Mother.

For you have brought more joy then I knew existed.
You have filled my heart with song.
You have brought me to the one place
Where I know I belong.

D. E. Shiveley

?© 2004

merribuck @aol.com 

~**~**~

To Mother

Debra Shiveley

If I could see you

Just one more time,

I would hand you a red flower.

You would tuck it behind your ear,

And you would dance.

You would lift your arms

Above your head,

And shining face raised toward the sky,

You would smile,

And I would watch you twirl.

Dotter

Copyright D. E. Shiveley 2004

~**~**~

Autumn of My Life

Sharon Bryant

In the autumn of my life

Now that the days are finally here

I think about what could have been

Instead of what was, all these years

My hair is turning white

Like a new fallen snow

Yet my heart still remembers

When life was all aglow

Now that I am older

With more than half my life passed by

I think of things I wish I'd done

And never question why

I think of how some are so lucky

That nothing bad ever came into their life

How some marriages last a lifetime

For certain husbands and wives

I think of what I could have done

To change the path I walked

Would I be someone different

Than just the old woman who types and talks?

I think about a little boy

I gave birth to long ago

And though I loved with all my heart

His life with me for very long, was not to be so

I think about the raindrops

On a hot summer day

I think of how tears are

An endless storm today

I think of how many lives

Have come into my own

And how things I once cared about

Are not important as I now know

I think of what I can do

Before I leave this earthly life

To leave something good behind

For bereaved husbands and wives

I think about Heaven

And how fast it takes to get there

I think, Can I prove it exists

To parents everywhere?

I think about my own heart

And the years I've had to grieve

It never seems it could have happened

So many years ago to me

Love is yesterday,

Today and tomorrow too

I'll never let go of my heart

Until my time is spent with you

My autumn years are now here

And there's nothing that I can do

But patiently wait my turn

And I once again get to hold you

I'll imagine that day

And what a Glory it will be

When God calls my name

Into eternity with Him, you and me

So wait my child for me

The years are ticking fast away

My autumn years have arrived

I'll be with you again some day....

A Mom thinking about Mother's Day

Sharon Bryant

In memory of my son Andy

And a love that will never die

Sharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.net 

~**~**~

 Mom

Sharon Bryant

When I was just a little girl

Some things I did not know

But now that I am grown

I remember from long ago.....

When I was very little

And nighttime came to be

Mom was always alongside my bed

Saying my prayers with me

When I was just a little kid

And there was my brother and me

Mom was always there

To help ease the pain of skinned knees

She was there early in the morning

Each day when I opened my eyes

She was there when I was sad

She was there when I cried

She was there when I was a teenager

Talking about the birds and the bees

She'd say, "now listen up gal,

This is the way it's supposed to be!"

When I was a young woman

She saw me walk down the aisle

Wiping tears from her eyes

Her voice trembled for a while

She was there standing at the foot of the bed

The day I made her "grandma" that first time

She looked at her tiny grandson

And said, "Gal, you did just fine."

She was there with me on the day

My life was so sad

Burying that little boy

The only grandchild she had

I was there when her time came

It was me who cried out "NO!"

And her saying, "Don't hold on"

"The Lord wants me to go"

Each year on Mother's Day

I remember my life with Mom

I'd give anything to have her back

I don't think that is wrong

For those whose mother's are living

Treasure what you have today

For I'll always wish my mom

Didn't have to go away

In Memory of my mom

Helen Joyce Cook

1923-1982

Never Forgotten

Sharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.net