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Kathy Mikeal Poem
How many times have you heard that term?
Do you really know what it means?
You narrowly escape some terrible ordeal
Or come apart at the seams?
It's God who puts you together again
It's God who helps your strength to regain
By the grace of God, you're spared to live
To live your life for Him.
by: Kathryn Mikeal
Copyright © Kathy Mikeal | Year Posted 2006
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Kathy Mikeal Poem
The night was young, and dark, and still
The little boy crouched down behind the hill
Car lights surfaced headed his way
He stayed hidden till they went away.
He had been walking for quite a while
He was tired and hungry - still just a child
Only eight years old, a wee little guy
He was scared and lonely, and began to cry.
He felt sorry about arguing with his mom
He wanted more than anything
To be resting in her arms
His emotions took over as he sat down in the road
It felt warm to his body, it felt warm to his soul.
He didn't notice the police car
As it came around the curve
The lights shone in his face
Then it began to swerve
The cop ran over, and grabbed him in his arms
He was so thankful
He hadn't caused him any harm!
He kneeled down on the pavement
Giving thanks he came this way
Or it may have been too late
For the little runaway!
Copyright © Kathy Mikeal | Year Posted 2007
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Kathy Mikeal Poem
I can see the porch
From where I stand
My mother sat so quietly there
The sunlight touched her silver hair
Her eyes were closed
As if in prayer.
My observance of her lingered there
What she'd been through in all those years
Remarkably, she showed no fear
Her strength seemed to be within
Always there when you needed a friend.
I stepped out to join her on the porch
She looked up at me and smiled, and patted the seat beside her
So I sat down, and immediately felt her arm go across my shoulder.
We sat and chatted for a while
And every other word, there was that smile
I'll never forget her wonderful way
And every day that comes is Mother's Day!
Copyright © Kathy Mikeal | Year Posted 2007
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Kathy Mikeal Poem
My fingers traced the lines on her face
as she slept; her beauty overwhelming.
The years had been touch and go, but
we made it somehow, and here we were,
still in love, my little Valentine.
That's what I called her all the time;
sweet as sugar and oh so fine
gooey and passionate leaving my
tastebuds satisfied completely.
She filled my desires and expectations always
I had no complaints
I leaned over to kiss her lips
One last time
My little Valentine.
Copyright © Kathy Mikeal | Year Posted 2006
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Kathy Mikeal Poem
Bumped my head, hit my jaw
Teardrops fall
Lose a friend, in the end
Teardrops fall
No matter how things go
No matter what the call
Your eyes begin to flow
And teardrops fall
In church you start to sing
About the newborn King
And all about the cross
And our biggest loss
We look up toward the sky
And wonder why oh why
Our Master had to die
And teardrops fall
No matter how things go
No matter what the call
Your eyes begin to flow
And teardrops fall
And then you see the light
The stars are shining bright
Somehow you hear the call
And no more teardrops fall.
Copyright © Kathy Mikeal | Year Posted 2007
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