Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Monday, May 28, 2012
The Dash
By Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you'd like too change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
TO consider what's true and real
And always try too understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Dad, I Appreciate You
It's such a special blessing
To have a Dad like you
To honor and appreciate
Each day, my whole life through.
You've been a good example,
Like fathers ought to be,
And I'm so glad you'll be my Dad
For all eternity.
You've been the kind of person
I want to be some day,
A true and noble gentle man
In your own special way.
I'm glad you married Mother,
So many years ago,
And brought her love and happiness
By letting your love show.
You both are very special,
Especially to me,
But since this is your day, Dad,
I'm hoping you will see
How very much I love you,
And wish you happiness,
The kind that you have given me,
My light and life to bless.
Heart Thoughts by Jim
jandb@sisna.com
To have a Dad like you
To honor and appreciate
Each day, my whole life through.
You've been a good example,
Like fathers ought to be,
And I'm so glad you'll be my Dad
For all eternity.
You've been the kind of person
I want to be some day,
A true and noble gentle man
In your own special way.
I'm glad you married Mother,
So many years ago,
And brought her love and happiness
By letting your love show.
You both are very special,
Especially to me,
But since this is your day, Dad,
I'm hoping you will see
How very much I love you,
And wish you happiness,
The kind that you have given me,
My light and life to bless.
Heart Thoughts by Jim
jandb@sisna.com
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Babies Don't Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The Best
God saw you getting tired & a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you & whispered come with me.
With tearful eyes we watched & saw you pass away.
Although we love you dearly we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the BEST.
So he put his arms around you & whispered come with me.
With tearful eyes we watched & saw you pass away.
Although we love you dearly we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the BEST.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Mom Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the abode
Only one creature was stirring and she was cleaning the commode.
The children were finally sleeping all snug in their beds,
While visions of Nintendo and Barbie flipped through their heads.
The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
With a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
Which made her sigh, “Now what is the matter?”
With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
She descended the stairs and saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug,
“Oh great,” muttered the mom, “Now I have to clean the rug.”
“Ho Ho Ho!” cried Santa, “I’m glad you’re awake.
Your gift was especially difficult to make.”
“Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone.”
“Exactly!” he chuckled, “So, I’ve made you a clone.”
“A clone?” she muttered, “What good is that?
Run along, Santa, I’ve no time for chit chat.”
Then out walked the clone – the mother’s twin,
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.
“She’ll cook, she’ll dust, she’ll mop every mess.
You’ll relax, take it easy, watch The Young and The Restless.”
“Fantastic!” the mom cheered. “My dream has come true!
I’ll shop, I’ll read, I’ll sleep a night through!”
From the room above, the youngest did fret.
“Mommy! Come quickly, I’m scared and I’m wet.”
The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” the mom smiled, “She sure knows her part.”
The clone changed the small one and hummed her a tune,
As she bundled the child in a blanket cocoon.
“You’re the best mommy ever. I really love you.”
The clone smiled and sighed, “And I love you, too.”
The mom frowned and said, “Sorry, Santa, no deal.”
That’s my child’s love she is trying to steal.”
Smiling wisely Santa said, “To me it is clear,
Only one loving mother is needed here.”
The mom kissed her child and tucked her in bed.
‘Thank You, Santa, for clearing my head.
I sometimes forget, it won’t be very long,
When they’ll be too old for my cradle and song.”
The clock on the mantle began to chime.
Santa whispered to the clone, “It works every time.”
With the clone by his side Santa said, “Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, dear Mom, you’ll be all right.”
Only one creature was stirring and she was cleaning the commode.
The children were finally sleeping all snug in their beds,
While visions of Nintendo and Barbie flipped through their heads.
The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
With a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
Which made her sigh, “Now what is the matter?”
With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
She descended the stairs and saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug,
“Oh great,” muttered the mom, “Now I have to clean the rug.”
“Ho Ho Ho!” cried Santa, “I’m glad you’re awake.
Your gift was especially difficult to make.”
“Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone.”
“Exactly!” he chuckled, “So, I’ve made you a clone.”
“A clone?” she muttered, “What good is that?
Run along, Santa, I’ve no time for chit chat.”
Then out walked the clone – the mother’s twin,
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.
“She’ll cook, she’ll dust, she’ll mop every mess.
You’ll relax, take it easy, watch The Young and The Restless.”
“Fantastic!” the mom cheered. “My dream has come true!
I’ll shop, I’ll read, I’ll sleep a night through!”
From the room above, the youngest did fret.
“Mommy! Come quickly, I’m scared and I’m wet.”
The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” the mom smiled, “She sure knows her part.”
The clone changed the small one and hummed her a tune,
As she bundled the child in a blanket cocoon.
“You’re the best mommy ever. I really love you.”
The clone smiled and sighed, “And I love you, too.”
The mom frowned and said, “Sorry, Santa, no deal.”
That’s my child’s love she is trying to steal.”
Smiling wisely Santa said, “To me it is clear,
Only one loving mother is needed here.”
The mom kissed her child and tucked her in bed.
‘Thank You, Santa, for clearing my head.
I sometimes forget, it won’t be very long,
When they’ll be too old for my cradle and song.”
The clock on the mantle began to chime.
Santa whispered to the clone, “It works every time.”
With the clone by his side Santa said, “Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, dear Mom, you’ll be all right.”
Sunday, October 18, 2009
This is for You
I said a prayer for you today
And know God must have heard.
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke not a word.
I didn’t ask for wealth or fame
(I know you wouldn’t mind)
I asked for priceless treasures rare
Of a more lasting kind.
I prayed that He’d be near you
at the start of each new day.
To grant you health and blessings fair,
and friends to share the way.
I asked for happiness for you
in all things great and small.
But that you’d know His loving care
I prayed for most of all.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Around the Corner
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men:
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes - and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! - yet miles away . .
"Here's the telegram, Sir. . .
'Jim died today'."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
- by Charles Hanson Towne
If you love someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
In this great city that has no end;
Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men:
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes - and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! - yet miles away . .
"Here's the telegram, Sir. . .
'Jim died today'."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
- by Charles Hanson Towne
If you love someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Life Cycle of a Birth Board
Here's the life cycle of a birth board:
It starts 10 months before babies are due, with about 10 people who have been going from birth board to birth board as they TTC. This is a very weird phenomenon to me.
People find out they're pregnant and suddenly there are a million intro threads.
Someone takes the bull by the horns and recommends one intro thread so that things aren't so cluttered.
Everyone thanks her. Many smilies.
There are a million threads about people who are so thankful to find this birth board. Lots of hyperbole about how this is the best bunch of ladies EVER.
Someone posts a question about morning sickness. Lots of "Me too!!'s.
People start posting lots of pregnancy related questions, concerns, worries, happinesses. Other people have answers. Lots of support and help. Life is good.
A few people get the blood tests to determine gender. Others decry them as stupid/wasteful. Debates ensue.
20 weeks into the pregnancies, everyone gets their big ultrasounds and there are daily updates. No one keeps track of who's having what, but there are "pink/blue team" score cards kept, and some people become hyper INTO those.
About 6 months into the pregnancies, someone asks "So what do you think about inductions/C-sections/natural birth?" Drama ensues. Flames are flung from both directions.
"Who's going to breastfeed?"
"If you're having a boy, will you circumcise?"
etc.
A couple months of high drama. Hosts step in, remind people of the guidelines, no personal attacks, keep it nice, etc. There is reminiscing of how nice the board was when everyone was finding out they were pregnant, how supportive everyone was.
People calm down, become more comfortable with their own decisions.
Someone goes into labor very early and there is an onslaught of support and daily updates on the kid in the NICU. Donations are made, baby items sent. Someone points out that in light of such things, all the drama is very out of place.
Insert three trillion name polls.
36-ish weeks into it, babies are born and don't stop coming. Lots of "Micah Steven is HERE!" threads. Everyone is thrilled for everyone.
Lots of castor oil threads here.
39-ish weeks into it, people are hurt that they're not getting as many responses and congrats on their birth story threads as the 36-week people.
After the babies arrive, there are a ton more questions that everyone has. Everyone bonds again, and is too tired to argue anyway. Sleep issues, reflux issues, poop issues, umbilical cord issues, penile readhesion issues, etc., etc., etc.
Everyone swaps formula coupons with everyone else, and some just keep asking for coupons.
What kind of diapers do you use? This is the hot question.
Drama issues switch to sleeping arrangements, how long people plan to breastfeed.
Photo Uno begins.
Some moms experience PPD, everyone bands around to help them and make suggestions.
Someone makes the comment that this board has by FAR the cutest babies of any of the other birth boards.
Someone comments that the board seems a little slow, and starts fun polls to keep things interesting.
The board experiences its first troll (or at least finds out that they've been experiencing one). People delete their Photobucket accounts, post warnings about posting photos and personal information on the board, and go on rampages to uncover all of the information on the troll.
For the first time, personal drama between members erupts over something entirely non-related to babies.
Mods are called in, things cool off.
Insert vaccination debates.
Around 11 months, someone asks "How long will your child stay rear-facing?" Drama erupts. YouTube videos are posted daily. People are, by now, much more comfortable in their own parenting skins, and respond to drama by saying things like "Rear-facing? I thought it was OK to pull them in a wagon behind the car!"
80% of the threads are now entirely unrelated to parenting.
Latent drama (over any of the previous issues) that has festered between 4 or 5 of the more outspoken posters comes to a head. Groups band around each side, with a large third group telling everyone to get along and play nice.
A private board is created. People on the birth board find out. Another private board is created. The birth board resembles a ghost town except for 6 people who have no freaking clue what is going on.
People start threads on the birth board aimed at people on the opposite private board. Uninformed posters are sucked in unwittingly to the drama.
Hosts warn about bringing off-board drama on to the board. People figure out how to do it anyway.
People leave the birth board with big fanfare and lots of "Noooo! Don't goooo!". They decide to stay, and post a thread telling everyone.
People get sick of the "I'm leaving" threads and take pot shots at those posting them.
Things calm down, people leave for good and some stay and quit talking about leaving.
People want to make things better on the board, and decide the way to do that is to initiate all kinds of new fun polls. The "kill this thread" thread is started.
It starts 10 months before babies are due, with about 10 people who have been going from birth board to birth board as they TTC. This is a very weird phenomenon to me.
People find out they're pregnant and suddenly there are a million intro threads.
Someone takes the bull by the horns and recommends one intro thread so that things aren't so cluttered.
Everyone thanks her. Many smilies.
There are a million threads about people who are so thankful to find this birth board. Lots of hyperbole about how this is the best bunch of ladies EVER.
Someone posts a question about morning sickness. Lots of "Me too!!'s.
People start posting lots of pregnancy related questions, concerns, worries, happinesses. Other people have answers. Lots of support and help. Life is good.
A few people get the blood tests to determine gender. Others decry them as stupid/wasteful. Debates ensue.
20 weeks into the pregnancies, everyone gets their big ultrasounds and there are daily updates. No one keeps track of who's having what, but there are "pink/blue team" score cards kept, and some people become hyper INTO those.
About 6 months into the pregnancies, someone asks "So what do you think about inductions/C-sections/natural birth?" Drama ensues. Flames are flung from both directions.
"Who's going to breastfeed?"
"If you're having a boy, will you circumcise?"
etc.
A couple months of high drama. Hosts step in, remind people of the guidelines, no personal attacks, keep it nice, etc. There is reminiscing of how nice the board was when everyone was finding out they were pregnant, how supportive everyone was.
People calm down, become more comfortable with their own decisions.
Someone goes into labor very early and there is an onslaught of support and daily updates on the kid in the NICU. Donations are made, baby items sent. Someone points out that in light of such things, all the drama is very out of place.
Insert three trillion name polls.
36-ish weeks into it, babies are born and don't stop coming. Lots of "Micah Steven is HERE!" threads. Everyone is thrilled for everyone.
Lots of castor oil threads here.
39-ish weeks into it, people are hurt that they're not getting as many responses and congrats on their birth story threads as the 36-week people.
After the babies arrive, there are a ton more questions that everyone has. Everyone bonds again, and is too tired to argue anyway. Sleep issues, reflux issues, poop issues, umbilical cord issues, penile readhesion issues, etc., etc., etc.
Everyone swaps formula coupons with everyone else, and some just keep asking for coupons.
What kind of diapers do you use? This is the hot question.
Drama issues switch to sleeping arrangements, how long people plan to breastfeed.
Photo Uno begins.
Some moms experience PPD, everyone bands around to help them and make suggestions.
Someone makes the comment that this board has by FAR the cutest babies of any of the other birth boards.
Someone comments that the board seems a little slow, and starts fun polls to keep things interesting.
The board experiences its first troll (or at least finds out that they've been experiencing one). People delete their Photobucket accounts, post warnings about posting photos and personal information on the board, and go on rampages to uncover all of the information on the troll.
For the first time, personal drama between members erupts over something entirely non-related to babies.
Mods are called in, things cool off.
Insert vaccination debates.
Around 11 months, someone asks "How long will your child stay rear-facing?" Drama erupts. YouTube videos are posted daily. People are, by now, much more comfortable in their own parenting skins, and respond to drama by saying things like "Rear-facing? I thought it was OK to pull them in a wagon behind the car!"
80% of the threads are now entirely unrelated to parenting.
Latent drama (over any of the previous issues) that has festered between 4 or 5 of the more outspoken posters comes to a head. Groups band around each side, with a large third group telling everyone to get along and play nice.
A private board is created. People on the birth board find out. Another private board is created. The birth board resembles a ghost town except for 6 people who have no freaking clue what is going on.
People start threads on the birth board aimed at people on the opposite private board. Uninformed posters are sucked in unwittingly to the drama.
Hosts warn about bringing off-board drama on to the board. People figure out how to do it anyway.
People leave the birth board with big fanfare and lots of "Noooo! Don't goooo!". They decide to stay, and post a thread telling everyone.
People get sick of the "I'm leaving" threads and take pot shots at those posting them.
Things calm down, people leave for good and some stay and quit talking about leaving.
People want to make things better on the board, and decide the way to do that is to initiate all kinds of new fun polls. The "kill this thread" thread is started.
Loving Two
walk along holding your 1-year old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly, I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder, how could I love another child as I love you?
Then she is born and I watch you.
I watch at the pain you feel at having to share me as you have never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me," and I hear myself telling you in mine..."I can't."
Knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry, I cry with you.
I almost see our baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never have again.
But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying her -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity...then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.
More days pass and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just us two.
There are new times -- only now we are three.
I watch the love between you grow.
The way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how she adores you, as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of her new accomplishments.
I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my answer is finally answered to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you, only differently.
And although I realize that you have to share my time, I know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love and thank you both for blessing my life.
Suddenly, I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder, how could I love another child as I love you?
Then she is born and I watch you.
I watch at the pain you feel at having to share me as you have never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me," and I hear myself telling you in mine..."I can't."
Knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry, I cry with you.
I almost see our baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never have again.
But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying her -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity...then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.
More days pass and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just us two.
There are new times -- only now we are three.
I watch the love between you grow.
The way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how she adores you, as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of her new accomplishments.
I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my answer is finally answered to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you, only differently.
And although I realize that you have to share my time, I know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love and thank you both for blessing my life.
I'm Thinking of You
Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles...
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys..
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day...
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles...
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys..
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day...
My Sweet Little Angel
I look at you now, my sweet little angel,
and I cannot believe what i see.
You're looking back, my sweet little angel,
looking back and smiling at me.
It is such a surprise, my sweet little angel,
how happy you seem to be.
Because I was so scared, my sweet little angel,
at what kind of mother I'd be
But you've taught me how, my sweet little angel,
to know exactly what you need
I'm not always right, my sweet little angel,
but you are so patient with me.
I am your teacher, my sweet little angel,
but you're more a teacher to me.
You are now growing, my sweet little angel,
and growing together are we.
~ Ashley Phillips ~
and I cannot believe what i see.
You're looking back, my sweet little angel,
looking back and smiling at me.
It is such a surprise, my sweet little angel,
how happy you seem to be.
Because I was so scared, my sweet little angel,
at what kind of mother I'd be
But you've taught me how, my sweet little angel,
to know exactly what you need
I'm not always right, my sweet little angel,
but you are so patient with me.
I am your teacher, my sweet little angel,
but you're more a teacher to me.
You are now growing, my sweet little angel,
and growing together are we.
~ Ashley Phillips ~
A Mother's Prayer
Oh, Lord.
I need your help today.
I want to care
for those you've sent into my life,
to help them develop the special gifts
you've given them.
But I also want to free them
to follow their own paths
and to bring their loving wisdom
to the world.
Help me
to embrace them without clutching,
to support them without suffocating,
to correct them without crushing.
And help me
to live joyfully and playfully, myself,
so they can see your life in me
and find their way to you.
Amen.
found at:
http://www.cptryon.org/prayer/special/mother.html
I need your help today.
I want to care
for those you've sent into my life,
to help them develop the special gifts
you've given them.
But I also want to free them
to follow their own paths
and to bring their loving wisdom
to the world.
Help me
to embrace them without clutching,
to support them without suffocating,
to correct them without crushing.
And help me
to live joyfully and playfully, myself,
so they can see your life in me
and find their way to you.
Amen.
found at:
http://www.cptryon.org/prayer/special/mother.html
Song for a Fifth Child
(AKA Babies Don't Keep)
Mother, oh Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing
and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house
is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery,
blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little
Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done
and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up,
as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep'
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing
and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house
is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery,
blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little
Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done
and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up,
as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep'
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
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