+1Mother dear, you will always be
Quite a woman – if just to me.
I don’t see you as others do.
I see you with my heart,
Which is quite true.
I see you with a heart of love -
Which is perfect as a dove.
Disappoint you as I may,
I’ll meet you in Heaven some sweet day.
All your trials, here on earth,
Will just make you perfect for above.
Then, one day, Jesus will say,
“Well done, my child. You can stay.”
This poem was written/submitted by V. Oranell Cupp.
0You didn’t arrive with gift-wrap and bows
Instead you arrived in Mother Nature’s attire
Complete with ten little fingers, and ten little toes.
Your Gender determined by the Powers of Heaven, and
He created you are for us, the perfect selection.
Additionally as Parents, we undeniably have imperfections.
From the second you were born, you became an integral part of our life
Love of family developed into a major component, forming a connection
Of devoted love and affection.
You have inspired in us unlimited pride, undoubtedly visible in your achievements acquired.
From infancy to adult you have made our life complete and fulfilling,
Assembling a life of adequate significance desired.
We’ve gained far more from you, than we ever gave.
Lots of Memories are etched in our minds, plus additional
Memories of the future to continually engrave.
In conclusion we want to add,
Have a Wonderful Birthday!
ALL OUR LOVE: Mom and Dad
This poem was written/submitted by Margie Parsons.
0Open her heart to the blessings around her.
Show her that joy and Jesus surround her.
Help her to trust in the bible, not fear it.
Teach her that fantasies are the wings of the spirit.
Guide her with love and quiet persuasion.
For she is the Lord’s pleasure, his cloud of creation.
This poem was written/submitted by Krystal Jablonski.
0All the things you used to do
Cooking dinner on Sunday
Making homemade stew
Sitting for hours
Telling us tales
Of how poor Jonah
Was swallowed by the whale
Working in your garden
Pulling all the weeds
Wiping sweat from your brow
And gently planting seeds
You are a special Grandma
One that we adore
You taught us right from wrong
And so very much more.
Grandma I remember
When you would sing a song
You would encourage
Us all to sing along
And you would sit and rock
And read the Bible
While we would play
I can still see it
As you held it in your hands
Well worn from all your reading
And learning of God’s plans
Grandma, I remember
Don’t worry about me
You taught us all so well
Years ago upon your knee.
This poem was written/submitted by Brenda Metz.
0I met a man
he was like a dad to me.
Some people say he is just a man.
But I say he may be just a man to you
but he is my Dad.
And that one you say is just a man
that is the one who made me smile
when I did not think I could.
The one who said I can make it
when I did not believe I could.
The one who cared
when he did not have to.
So I say to my Dad
to the best friend I ever had…
…thank you.
I thank God for giving me
This poem was written/submitted by Roxanne Heard ~ 15.
0Every time the moon beams,
It brings me closer to you as a dream
Rosy cheeks, air complexion,
Dazzling in fashion, love and passion
for the things you did in style.
Aura of your bright face.
The charm and the grace,
Every tear bothered you, I knew no joy
Until I was in your cozy embrace.
You taught me love and care,
You were my precious gem so rare.
You held my hand for a while,
but you hold my heart forever.
Your lullaby made me sleep,
But now those memories make me weep
I want to be your little girl again
Can you make this happen?
O, My sweet mother
You calmly went without a goodbye
I promise to see you in paradise
You are forever engraved in my heart.
This poem was written/submitted by Qamar Shahzadi.
0Thanksgiving is a time, when people all
meet
Talk a little turkey, cook and eat.
Lucky for some it really doe’s happen
While some only wish they were there for
the lappin’
To watch all the kids as they rip and roar
in and out of the house , slamming the door
Is a sight to behold that will soon be,
just an image
Of when they were little and have left us
inlineage.
Thanksgiving is a time, to remember the
past
A period of time when we might have, had to
fast.
So while things are good and going real
well,
Remember the one’s that are not here to
tell.
Dedicated to my son Ray Mayo, who passed away in 2000 at the age of 41
This poem was written/submitted by Mozelle Osborne.
