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How does one pick a single soul in a field of Flowers?
God would find it rather hard with all of his powers
There are so many beautiful people as we all know
I’m finding it rather impossible to pick a single soul
Even as I pen this one is coming clearly to my mind
Michaela is a very rare gift that is impossible to find
She is like a spiritual daughter that blesses my heart
She has been a very special friend right from the start
Her and my daughter Michaela share the same name
I have chosen my very dear friend, Miss Michaela Payne
When we first met on the site each of us was fairly new
She was the essence of the word “pure” through and through
Michaela is so pure of heart and she is so pure of soul
Beaming with a beautiful innocence so few ever know
It was really hard at first because these words are true
I thought, “Someone like her doesn’t need to know you”
Sometimes in life the Lord brings together two souls
As they each help each other understand their goals
Through her friendship I was eventually able to see
That there was still some good left up inside of me
I truly doubt that Michaela could ever begin to know
Beautiful blessing she has been up inside of my soul
She knows that if ever she needs it I have a real good ear
As I know my knowledge is something that she holds dear
She knows what ever the subject I can offer sound advice
For I haven’t just seen it all, I have seen most of it twice
Never know how good it feels for a tired old convict like me
To help someone as beautifully innocent as a person can be
I reckon that leaves this old man with just one last thing to say
I hope my Michaela grows to be just like her some beautiful day
This Poem is written for Christie's contest and i must
say I found it so very hard to choose just one person
to write about because I have truly been blessed by
many wonderful friends on this site. God Bless you all
The way the nurse looked at me, told me
That something wasn’t quite right
It’s why I‘d gone to the surgery that day
I’d been feeling nauseous all night,
The nurse called the doctor, who came to say
“We’re going to start you off, right away.”
They told me I had pre-eclampsia
A condition both dangerous and rare
But not to worry, that my baby and I,
Would receive the best of care
They put me to bed, and told me to rest
Then every five minutes, took a blood pressure test
The doc gave me a valium injection
To bring my blood pressure down,
Ten minutes later he came back again
The smile on his face, replaced by a frown
“I’m sorry Janette - your blood pressure’s too high
If we don’t operate right this minute – you’ll die!”
They gave me the anaesthetic,
As they wheeled me down corridors grey
And as we approached the theatre doors,
I could feel myself drifting away
The last thing I remember, before slumber serene
Was the theatre staff, standing there, all dressed in green
When I eventually came round, when I finally awoke
Hooked to monitors, drugged, feeling sore
I received such a shock, I shot up in bed
Pulling all the drips down to the floor,
The doctors and nurses then came rushing in
To find out, what caused the alarm bells to ring
They told me I’d been in a coma
For two weeks, I’d been out of this world
That the op had gone well, and I now
Was the mum, of a beautiful, baby girl
She was doing quite well, though still a bit weak,
I was totally too dumbfounded to speak!
Two weeks of my life are now missing,
Absent time, I shall never recall
But if not for those doctors and nurses
I would never have been here at all,
For my life, and that of my daughter they saved
And for that I’ll be grateful, to the end of my days.
© Janette Fisher – April 1983
This poem was written after the birth of my first daughter who is now 27
“Mother,” she cried, “You cannot crowd everything in your new space.
Ridding yourself of some of it is something you must face.”
I was opening a small red box as she began to speak.
When I saw the contents that it held my aging legs turned weak.
I’d put them away when he had died for seeing them made me sad.
They were still there all neatly tied, love letters from her dad.
I turned to her with welling eyes. “These go with me to my grave.
Your daddy wrote them to me, they are something I must save.”
“Of course, Mamma, it’s up to you. I’m just cautioning you a bit.
We must weed out the useless things. They simply will not fit.”
I put the box on the dresser where some other treasures lay,
items I knew I must go through before I moved away.
I gazed at the familiar room and the furniture it contained.
I fancied I heard the pieces scream, “Am I discarded or retained?”
I called my daughter to me and asked her to sit down.
“ Don’t be disgusted with me Honey, I’m not moving into town.
I know you think I am not safe, alone on this old farm.
I’ve lived here now for sixty years and have never come to harm.
Your dad and I were frugal, we didn’t buy unneeded things.
The only jewelry that we owned was our two wedding rings.
I’ve never had a garage sale. I had no excess to sell,
and we had no reason to buy new, when the old worked just as well.
I fit in here as comfortably as I do in my old shoes.
Everything in this old house I love or is of use.
Knowing I’d made up my mind, my daughter sweetly assented.
Staying in my home with beloved things, I never have repented.
My letters in their box are on my little bedside table.
I’ll read one with my prayers each night, as long as I am able.
Won 2nd place
When I started out on this journey, was younger and naive
Thought that most were good and honest, like the country yesterday
A barb wire fence to keep the good in and the bad out
When someone said they would, you could believe
As I ventured out in the world, it was quite the contrary
Make a man of years, want to scream and shout
Raised on a ranch most of my life, been a few years back
Digging post holes, riding and roping, you know cowboy stuff
Did not know anything about lawyers, just Perry Mason and Mattlock
Along with some other things, I found out of the Devil"s attack
If you live through it, you have to be tough
You cannot beat him, unless Jesus is your Rock
Ranch life can be lonely if you are single, I was at the time
To make a long story short, I got married but to the wrong one
Had a daughter by her, to me she was the thing to happen
Her Mama was into Devil Worship, drug smuggling and other crime
For a while they kept it hidden,but always on the run
I knew that I had to get my daughter out of there, I would do it all over again
What I ran into was not what I grew up to know
Crooked judges, lawyers and law enforcement. into the Devil thing
Up against a stacked deck with Satan as the dealer, Good God what do I do
Tons of drug money and corruption, that is what made the pen in me grow
I knew that God was on my side, that is what kept me going
Believe me, went Satan wants to, he can make you walk a twisted mile or two
From the book, "IN THE BEST INTEREST OF A CONSPIRACY "
Filled with Judges, Lawyers, Witches and Whores
Form:
Winter have come and winters have gone some were very cold and some were a
little warmer.
But this winter is different so far it hasn't been winter cold it has been so warm that
the flowers have been blooming!
I know this isn't very spectacular to most because a lot of places have them
blooming year round.
Around here the climate is usually to cold and the flowers are tucked away in there
beds.
But this year there up late and showing there heads.
On 09-11-2001 so many of our flowers died and were taken from us.
And we thought what a cold senseless act it was that caused them to die.
I thought they would never come out again,
but Christmas is here and people are traveling and hurrying and shopping almost
like they used to.
I took my daughter to school and the air was a little nippy.
When we got out of the truck we saw two daisies standing tall and blooming!
I said to my daughter look how nice God sent us daisies in December.
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