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Some people find it difficult to say thank you to your married partner. One can hardly stress the importance of saying thank you to God first. After that saying thank you to your wife is important too. Looking back I have a string of thank you to my departed wife. I cannot mention them all, but I give her thanks
• for saying yes to marrying me,
• for all our kisses, hugs and love,
• for always adopting “a give and take” attitude,
• for always being caring,
• for always being understanding,
• for not expecting me to be perfect,
• for every good advice you gave me,
• for being supportive in times of worry,
• for spending most of our free time together,
• for all our vacations together,
• for keeping faith in me when I was maligned by an anonymous caller,
• for all our prayers together,
• for all our romantic attitudes and not just sex,
• for never fighting in the whole of our life together,
• for solving the small differences that crop up in life,
• for our lovely daughter, Sandra,
• for always relying on me when you were sick,
• for your smile even in times of worry,
• for always loving each other until death did us part,
• for caring for me even from your heavenly place.
Never to be forgotten.
A Guardian interview
In the Guardian this morning
A man, who is also rich, has written a book
about women and relationships
Apparently, he is a psychologist as well
The man is wildly successful, the paper
reserved several pages to sing his praise
It tells us that women love successful men
That leaves out 95% of men who are not
successful, but do get married to women
who love them
Galloway is his name, but he is not our
George, his book is aimed at a class of people
that has yet to discover the real world
His book is also anti-feminist, as women are
regarded as a price to those who are
economically success full
Contained within a simple poem, a few words could never describe my mother.
A child bride at seventeen; a city girl became a farmer's wife.
She never complained about tending the fields, one row after another.
My mom loved her new husband and her new way of life.
A mother at nineteen, thank goodness for my Aunt Chloe.
"No hospital for me," my young mother said. "I will not go!"
Delivered by my granny, I was told Mom kissed my head to show
she loved me though I'd caused her cries of pain and woe.
Cooking was not Mom's forte'. She burned so many meals,
but Dad loved her anyway for giving him two girls and a boy.
Times were often rough but to us it was not a big deal.
We were happy to be loved, a gift better than any game or toy.
Mom was always cheerful, except when we did something wrong.
A spanking was on the agenda, and we knew it was deserved.
A smack or two was all she delivered, then she sang us a song.
No lack of love did mom have for me, it was never reserved.
Farming was not an easy life...crops ruined by summer hail.
In just a few minutes everything was lost, but Mom wore a smile.
"Don't worry. It'll be okay. I'm getting a job delivering the mail."
She left early in the morning, walking to mail boxes mile after mile.
Bereaved as a widow, my mother cried softly upon my shoulder.
I gave her comfort as she did me for the loss of husband and dad.
Always close in times of need, I took care of Mom when I was older.
Hurricane Katrina took her house, but not the memories she had.
I moved away for several years but came home to visit in June.
Mom's hazel eyes reflected her love for me and the man I married.
Six months later, I sat on the porch gazing at the full moon.
My sister called, but her voice was sad. I knew why she tarried.
I knew what she couldn't put into words. Mom had passed away.
Oh, the agony of not being there... my tears fall as I write.
To my mom, the beautiful young wife and mother, I'd say,
I pray you knew how much I loved you...
A star fell from the sky tonight.
_______________________
December 25th, 2015
About My Mom Contest
Sponsor: Judy Konos
There was once a kind hearted young man, who just didn’t believe in God.
To him it didn’t make sense, but his mother continued to prod.
Why would a benevolent being, choose to come here as a man?
Why would he want our pain and then lose everything he had?
If there was an almighty creator and he really loved all of us?
Why would he let us stumble around, and never put up a fuss?
How could a God never help, with traps set at every corner?
Wouldn’t he want to save us and possibly end this evil disorder?
No matter how hard she tried, her son just never believed.
He had a very kind heart, but a God he just couldn’t perceive
He would smile and say he was sorry and he just couldn’t buy into it.
Whenever she would talk about Jesus, he would just sit and remain very quiet.
One day the young man got married, and started a family of his own.
He wanted to show them love, just like his mother had shown.
One day his family went camping, then went for a hike in the woods.
His kids were growing up right, just as he had hoped they would.
As they came to the end of the trail, they heard an animal starting to yap.
It was a small baby fox, it was injured and caught in a trap.
This young man with a heart of gold, he wanted to try and help.
But with everything he tried, the fox would just bite and yelp.
If that fox would only trust me, he said, I could remove that trap from his leg.
The poor baby fox was just scared and couldn’t understand even when he would beg.
He tried for many hours, but he never gave up on this fox.
He even injured himself, as he stumbled around on the rocks.
He thought to himself in a panic, if I could just become a fox as well.
I could make him understand and listen, to the truth I was trying to tell.
Within that moment of clarity, he fell to his knees and began to cry.
He finally understood God’s message, the how and even the why.
Everything that his mother had told him, had now become crystal clear.
He now understood why God, came to this earth and died for us here.
12-21-20
Endless Love
By Franklin Price
08/02/2024
Long ago, God brought you to me
He knew our endless love should be
We were perfect for each other
Mentally and physically
When I looked into your hazel eyes
My heart went all aflutter
I knew you were the one for me
That you were my bread and butter
We had suffered much before we met
Our love lives had been bad
I knew God sent you to me
We no longer would be sad
Never will forget that Sunday
When we both knew it was time
I embraced you in my arms
I was yours and you were mine
There had never been another
Who had made me feel that good
I knew, for sure, right then and there
That there never ever would
We were married soon thereafter
Together fifty years and two
Then God came and took you from me
Now what am I supposed to do?
It has been more than two years
Since He took your love away
I still miss you just as much
As I did then, on that day
You are looking down from Heaven
You see that I still have desire
When I think about my time with you
It still lights my loins on fire
God please help me in my longing
Find another one for me
Whose endless love is also gone
Who needs some love and company
Who would bring abiding love along
And not fault me bringing mine
Who could hold me in our ecstasy
Please Lord give me just one sign
If You know that cannot happen
Please take my desires from me
But let me keep my endless love
That forevermore will be.
Esther Shugg
1833 – 1908
A woman’s heart forever resides
In the glowing hearth of her humble home.
Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors.
I invite you to my warm and cozy house.
There, on the southwest corner
Of Mar Vista and Pickering Streets.
Venture, if you will, to the little white house
With the lace curtains in the front dormer windows.
Peer, if you will, through those simple curtains
And you will find happiness and priceless joy
Embedded on the paneled papered walls there.
Peek, if you will, through those transparent glass windows
And you will find sadness and hopeless despair
Enmeshed on the slatted wooden floors there.
I married James Shugg in 1855, and
Found rapture on my third finger.
I lost James Shugg in 1882, and
Found heartbreak in his bloodied handkerchief.
Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors.
Come to my little cottage on Pickering Street.
Look to the old open window there, and
You will see James and me, mere ghosts now,
Waving from within,
Waving with friendly testimony,
To a life of steadfast love
And melancholy loss.
Light of your promise on a scent of a forgetmenot
Colouring rainbows sparkle diamond end treasure of the century
As gold paints over darkness lifting a heart buried
from out of the desert fire burning light of destiny strikes
A heart flies blessed igniting sparks the fireworks
within flames your candlelight dances glorious
The most loving feelings to ever touch begin to explore
gifted unto man precious ore in your circle into the bones married
Will be our memories that reach into the skies and beyond true
we make looking back where one smile is a captured vision delight
Reliving our dream staring into the horizon through the mirror lenses
a brilliance held with you in the rising sun shipwrecked on paradise
As you part the dead sea bringing life into the deep waters gentle whispers
bathing within a goddesses temple adoring light filled beams
Steaming hot out of the mist cotton white clouds on wings
beholding within the liquid ocean of theses eyes chocolate melting
When you ask me who I love more,
I think of the day I said I do and unknowingly
married your mother’s fear, your father’s history,
and a five-year-old girl with pink-champagne laughter
who slipped her hand into mine as if it had always belonged there.
I loved you then~
in the uncomplicated way new love arrives,
bright as cupcakes and duck ponds, a small miracle
I hadn’t been able to make myself.
But love grows complicated
when stories are told about you before you’re
old enough to know they’re stories. When someone
whispers that I am a shadow you must fear, a thief
you must guard against, a villain you must name to stay loyal.
And so you did.
Year after year, you hurled the words that were
never yours, trying to keep your mother’s love intact
by breaking mine.
Still~
I never stopped loving you. Not more, not less,
but differently: the way a heart learns to hold a child
it cannot claim, to stay soft even when misunderstood,
to forgive what was planted long before the child ever asked
the question.
If you ask me now
who I love more, I will tell you this:
Love is not a contest
or a crown. It is a kaleidoscope—shifting,
refracting, turning hurt into understanding,
turning fear into mercy, turning me into someone
who can hold you gently even when you call me
by the wrong name.
I love you
in the only way I can—with the quiet,
stubborn hope that someday you’ll see me
not as the story you were given, but as the woman
who kept choosing you even when you couldn’t
choose me back.
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The kohl of your eyes makes me crazy
The anklets in your feet
Make a great impact on me
I have fallen in love with you and you with me
What wrong have I done?
Mole of left leg make my soul crazy.
Your styles of every day life is different from everyone
Which gives me peace of mind,heart and soul
I shower all my love on you
I can give my life for you
Neither do I feel hungry,nor do I get sleep
My coy eyes ask when I will get married to you in real life.
I heard what you said
I have chosen you to be my life partner
What wrong have I done?
I dream only about you.
You are my heart beat,you are my soul
You are before me,my sights are on you.
Yes my heart beats for you only
And I allow you lead me where you want to,holding my hands.
You eyes always looking me everywhere.
Yes you won my mind,heart and soul.
You read the tales of our love in my eyes.
I gave my body and heart the gift of our love.
I wove a new dream,
What wrong have I done?
By AKK
Women are considered inferior to men
I experienced this when I was told by my
mother-in-law that you have to sit on ground
when a male is sitting up.
Males are superior.
Give respect to all males
Obey your husband, do as he says
Ask permission, do if he permits
Husband is God, you should not call him with his name.
You should eat after all male members have finished eating food
She herself followed all these rules.
I was shocked, felt women themselves are the
cause of gender inequality
Ending it lies in hands of women
I did as I was told. Tolerate it all.
Because although educated, I didn't have a house in my name
I didn't want to be a burden on my brother's who were married
I never told anyone.
Gender inequality still exists!
06.07.2021
For Kai Michael Neumann, once more I failed the truth