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Mother January Poems | Mother Poems About January
These Mother January poems are examples of Mother poems about January. These are the best examples of Mother January poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
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I think about this past year... It “came and went…”
I wonder that kind of life have I really spent?
It almost seems like yesterday
that I was a young man…
“I had the world in the palm of my hand.”
I had many goals, ambitions and dreams.
I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things.
Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by.
I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky.
As I get older and think about another “resolution.”
I find myself with another problem with no “solution.”
I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility!
He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility!
I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st.
No matter if things get better… Or things get worse…
I’m going to give my life and family to God above.
And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love.
I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know.
And seek his blessings wherever I may go!
I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment.
It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment!
There’s an important fact, I shall always remember…
God is with me from January thru December!
He will be there to guide each step that is taken!
With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
End of a celebrating season
Winter not yet half gone, with mornings dark
and evenings bleak
Mom still clearing piles of debris from crowds
that trolloped through the house, in buzz of December activity.
In the kitchen, she cooks...
not with the same fervor and joy, but with the necessity
of a chore needing done.
She can't blame the onions for her eyes.
Aloneness was not loneliness in December.
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009