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Deborah Herber Poem
It only takes a moment
For our lives to change forever,
Perhaps a turn for the worse
Or maybe a climb for the better.
It only takes a moment
To inspire someone to fly,
To teach them to believe
They can touch the sky.
It only takes a moment
To show someone you care,
To let them know
You’ll always be there.
It only takes a moment
To reach out a hand,
To touch someone’s heart
And give them courage to stand.
It only takes a moment
To turn a stranger into a friend,
To show them a warm smile
A message of peace you will send.
It only takes a moment
To thank God for each day,
For blessing us with treasures
That faithfully guide our way.
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2008
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Deborah Herber Poem
Buildings go up
Trees come down
Country living
Becomes a town.
Wildlife vanishes
Streets appear
The destruction of yesterday
Draws quickly near.
Lights are abundant
Stars are no more
The horizon is hidden
Behind constructions decor.
Greed runs wild
Where nature walks
Silence is golden
But money talks.
Farms erased
Corporations written
The beauty of our land
No longer smitten.
Fresh air shrinks
Pollution expands
Across this vast country
Litter stands.
Liquor stores go up
Wetlands come down
In human stupor
Nature drowns
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2009
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Deborah Herber Poem
Take time to show
The people around you that you care
Time is an unpredictable force
When you turn around there’s no one there.
Take time to hear
Each story from the past
Handed down through generations
They must be shared in order to last.
Take time to see
The stranger standing next to you
A friend wears many faces
Only prejudice blocks the view.
Take time to listen
To what your child has to say
The clock is ticking swiftly
Tomorrow they’ll be going their own way.
Take time to ponder
The path you have followed through the years
Your mistakes became your teacher
As your courage was born from your fears.
Take time to feel
The cool grass beneath your bare feet
Life is a precious gift
Each day is a momentous treat.
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2008
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Deborah Herber Poem
You put a song in my heart
The day you were born
And when he took you away
My heart was torn.
I knew you were special
The moment you cried
With tiny features
Your destiny couldn’t hide.
With every heart beat
I prayed for more time
To hold your little body
And sing you life’s rhyme.
You were born an angel
A special gift from above
And I only had eight days
To give you all my love.
He polished your halo
And said it’s time to go
And with your hand in mine
I watched your wings grow.
You put a song in my heart
That never went away
And I still feel your love
Watching over me every day.
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Deborah Herber Poem
I never had the chance
To hear you talk
Our time ran out
Before you could walk.
You were born with wings
A sign we knew
That the man upstairs
Would soon come for you.
They laid you in my arms
And I quietly mourned
For my dark haired angel
That I had born.
I never had the chance
To see your eyes
He took you away
With no time for good byes.
I think of you often
And wonder why
I never had the chance
To hear your first cry.
You were a special little girl
An enchanting rose
The moment I held you
Our time suddenly froze.
I never had the chance
To watch you grow
Or hear your laugh
As we played in the snow.
I never had the chance
To give you a mother’s love
But I know you’re always there
Watching over me from above.
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Deborah Herber Poem
The face of a hero
Is camouflaged in green,
Miles away from home
Loneliness is a soldier’s scene.
With courageous strength
They never give up to give in,
Putting their lives on the line
For the price of freedom to win.
They faithfully follow orders
Without a single complaint,
Marching past protesters
And the ignorance they paint.
The cost of their uniform
Is dedicated with honor and pride,
The patch on their shoulder
Unites the soldier inside.
They face the unknown
With each new day,
The gift of discipline
To guide their way.
They soar for peace
With an eagle’s grace,
Protecting the birth
Of freedom’s place.
They give our tomorrow
A reason to be,
Inspiring us to remember
The soldiers who died for you and me.
The face of a hero
Holds the spirit of our land,
Fighting for our freedom
And giving us a reason to stand.
DEDICATED TO EVERY SOLDIER,
PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE
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Deborah Herber Poem
It seems like only yesterday
I heard your first cry
But today you spread your wings
And discover how to fly.
It seems like only yesterday
I held your tiny hand
But today you hold your diploma
And make an independent stand.
It seems like only yesterday
I dressed you in ruffles and lace
But today you have your own style
And search for your own place.
It seems like only yesterday
I sang you a lullaby song
But today you play your own music
And dance all night long.
It seems like only yesterday
I thought time was on my side
But today the clock is ticking
And your dreams no longer hide.
It seems like only yesterday
You were my little girl
But today your a grown woman
And beautiful as a pearl.
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Deborah Herber Poem
I believe I can fly
With an eagle’s grace,
Soaring across the sky
Searching for my place.
I have learned to fly
With hope in my heart,
Silent as a sigh
My words are my art.
I soar as I fly
With dreams to see,
No tears will I cry
To be only me.
I follow as I fly
With compassion as my lead,
If I only try
I will always succeed.
I sing as I fly
With faith as my song,
I only ask why
When my day starts out wrong.
I believe I can fly
With only trust as my guide,
The strength in my wings
Carries God by my side.
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Deborah Herber Poem
They are the heroes among us
They protect us everyday,
It’s not just their job
It’s their chosen way.
They face the unpredictable
With hours that are sometimes long,
They continuously teach our children
The difference between right and wrong.
They put their lives on the line
Without fear or hesitation,
They teach the real facts
Of drugs devastation.
They are mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers,
Their uniform is a symbol
Of their commitment to others.
The appreciation and respect
They so rightly deserve,
Are many times left unspoken
As they are judged without reserve.
They are viewed by the offender
As the hunters of prey,
But lawbreakers soon learn
That crime doesn’t pay.
They are called sheriffs and deputies
Officers, policemen and cops,
Outside their uniform
Their dedication never stops.
They are the heroes among us
They preserve our safety everyday,
They teach us morals and values
And safely light our way.
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2008
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She has the heart of an angel
A blessed gift from above
A second chance to live
Through a donation of love.
Her scars are a reminder
To treasure each day
To follow her dreams
And lead others the same way.
Her strength and courage
Are an inspiration to us all
Teaching us to believe
And always stand tall.
With a gentle smile
Her eyes shine bright
A petite miracle
With a spiritual light.
Like a pot of gold
She harbors a treasure
A symbol of life
Only a donor can measure.
She has the heart of an angel
Embracing life’s chance
Through the gift of another
Living is her romance.
NOTE: Back in 1997, a little girl from Mankato, Minnesota desperately needed a heart
transplant--and God didn't let her down! Today she is almost 19 and her smile lights up the
room when she walks in. This poem is dedicated to her--to her strength and courage--and to
her energy and compassion!
Though there seems to be alot of minut controversy over being a donor, I am very proud to
be a donor--and --I hope that one day, if somone ever needs a second chance at life--my
being a donor will make a difference to them!
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2009
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