I am grateful in my life
How my children taught me how to be a good parent…
How their children taught me how to be a grand parent…
and now I can’t wait
to see how little Violet will teach me how to be great.
I am grateful in my life
How my children taught me how to be a good parent…
How their children taught me how to be a grand parent…
and now I can’t wait
to see how little Violet will teach me how to be great.
A leonine sun of August's stately presence,
see the maple and oak leaves,
no longer a fresh green of youth.
Children will put their beach pails away,
when September's boughs drop acorns.
It's the closing chapter of the carefree months,
when sweethearts on the moonlit boardwalks
part.
I enjoyed iced coffee on the patio,
when the newly-mowed lawn days set us
to daydreaming,
watching wrens, bluebirds, sparrows,
in avian freedom,
my playing grandchildren soon will be
back in school.
Time for harvesting another summertide's
memories-
an August goodbye,
and hello to the aging man of autumn.
Seven grandchildren, each studying their own science courses
I understand some of them, but am fuzzy about the other sources
astrology is being studied by Ellen, yes astrology
I think of her when I look into the sky; it interests me
Geology makes sense for Brian, he has collected rocks since five
But cryptology for Landon does not make sense or jive
He was never one to keep a confidence or demand privacy of any kind.
Biology makes sense for Dorothy, she has a plant-producing mind.
Drake who adores animals is going into thematic zoology
An herbalist, Jackie is studying of course, herbology
What about psychology? I ask, this was my study of choice.
No, I’m going into glossology, said my sassy granddaughter, Joyce.
Pathology? Psychology? Technology? I ask them and they laugh.
So many ologies, and none of them are taking the exact same path.
The Cross is such a simple little thing.
The Place of death for Heaven's King!
We should give God thanks daily for the Cross.
The Alter He sacrificed Jesus on for the lost.
He says, "No one does right, we all do wrong!"
Death and Hell for eternity is where all belong.
We all are guilty, by our own choice.
Doing as we please and ignoring God's voice.
Learning how to hear Him takes some time.
Because He speaks through impressions in our mind.
When we disobey Him, we're cursed by "Sin!"
We are all infected, this battle no one wins!
It makes us lie, steal, kill and destroy!
It begins manifestation in little girls and boys!
It causes all God's precious human beings.
To rebel, deny Him and treat each other mean.
When we want to do the right thing at times we won't.
When we know we should forgive, we simply don't.
It's a horrible, deathly, spiritual disease!
That makes us all do as we please!
Who can save us from this fate?
The answer is found in Romans chapter eight.
Ask God to help you to understand,
What you need to know about His plan.
From then on every cross you'll see.
You'll know it symbolizes you've been set free!
My children this is dad, whenever you are sad,
Talk to God, he will listen to you.
Think of something to say, to Him everyday.
At this age, that's what I try to do.
I can say this is true, He keeps his word to me and you,
Throughout my life he always did.
He spoke to my mind, every night at bedtime,
When I was a little kid.
You won't have a clue, when He's speaking to you,
His who, what, why, where, and when's.
When you spend so little time with Him on your mind,
But all day you'll it's your phone and your friends.
The One who took clay, to make humans one day,
Then gave us His lifegiving air.
But we choose to repay, by watching TV everyday,
To our Creator, we hardly even care.
The older you get, each day you will regret,
That you didn't give Him much of a try.
That question will haunt you, again and again,
As you lay awaiting to die.
I use to serve trays at the Bay Pines VA,
For some patients I was the last person they'd see.
They had regrets for the God whom they neglect
Saying, I hope he has forgiven me.
Family is important, so are people and friends.
You might not see God now.
But you will when your life ends.
Love Dad...
We
await
our coming
great miracle-
making number five-
nearing the end of March.
More happy days to soon share-
adding new cheers with those before;
four great-grandchildren, three girls- one boy.
Soon, our new great-grandson marks number five.
One day I pray to meet
My children's children, with my mother's blue eyed glee
Seeing me
My deepest wish
Blessed to see my progeny
Love rich
My child
Hope to see ye
Smile
One day I pray to meet
Blessed to see my progeny
Smile
Though the house be untidy, let the grandchildren come.
They will give you the energy you need to get things done.
—Poet
every stinking time, let the stinkers’ feet
be found at your door, footprints adored
on sparkling floors - they shine
let bubbles decorate the air
kid’s smiles - they pop
every stinking time, answer their call
“Grandma…Grandma…”
they’ll exhaust your moniker
but enlarge your heart
they’re a gas, a godsend, a blast
To my Grandchildren, those great and beyond,
whom I will never meet
Know that I love you and have seen you in the
eyes of your parents when they were very small
I’ve heard your voices in the trees, when the
wind blows softly calling my name as I walk
I’ve seen your arms reaching out to me in my
dreams, as you cry “Papa" and then drift away
Your spirit is mine, as my spirit is yours; and no
lifetime can keep us apart
I watch over you now and will watch over you then,
whenever the need is great
I’m that voice you hear when no one else listens, and
no one else understands
And the heart that feels what you will feel, when no
one else seems to care
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
It is not how much I have gathered
Through my honest work or even greed
In the end possessions won't matter
But what flowers from each planted seed
I wanted them to have all my heart
And leave no part of my love unused
Give them an easier place to start
Let them find their own dreams to pursue
I wonder will they remember well
The lessons that I have tried to teach
Those things that I tried to gently tell
To show that hope is within their reach
To show them not to stand on the stage
Instead intermingle with the crowd
Always have the want to turn the page
Be the one of whom they could be proud
They’re the footprints that I leave behind
They will be my only legacy
They will be the story brought to mind
When my grandchildren remember me
We are old MacDonald’s great-grandchildren
who help him in his fields during weekends,
We gather chopped hays and feed his chicken,
then watch him works with his farmers and friends.
We love working in the fields together,
We ride ponies and horses…we’re cowgirls!
We greet his hardworking farmworkers who’re there
while they cut rice straws with their sharp sickles.
Our grandfather owns large hectares of land,
Ranging from the foot of the blue mountain
to the spot where we, three sisters stand;
Tour around freely! Ride in his land train!
Beyond grandpa’s rice fields are big orchards,
And behind are gardens with vegetables
where we’ll immensely enjoy afterwards;
Healthy foods will be on our long tables!
Our grandpa is so happy to have us,
He says, “ With triplets grandkids, life’s so nice!”
So, when we go back to school he gives cash,
buys new dress, pair of boots and hair bowties.
Oh what joy my grandchildren deploy.
Hugs, giggles and kisses,
They are my untold riches.
Curious questions and sweet confections,
Grandma, what is that bird in the tree?
Do you have more candy for me?
family
rich luxury
royalty
crown
over my
bald head
princes
and princesses
all
you are
the best I
gave
or received
in this life
I am
truly blessed
in you
how precious
the hugs
of grandchildren
how warm
the care
and regard of
my children
how grand
and glorious
is life
because of
you
I hope this for my grandchildren and our planet…
That the water will always be drinkable
And we shall have enough for the animals.
That kindness and love will prevail over anger and rage.
In the future I hope that automatic assault rifles will be broken
Into tiny unusable bits, so that earthlings can have peace of mind
That they will not be murdered by those who are insane and selfish
I hope that even police will not have to carry these monsters.
In the future I hope that the air will be pure,
That cigarette smoking will be something no one remembers
That cancer will be gone forever and there will be a cure for dementia
I hope this for my grandchildren and our planet…
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