| The Poetry Shelf |
| Spring The beauty of Spring is a wonderful gift, It comes from our Savior and gives us a lift; The winter is over, the skies are so blue, We know He's an artist with his colors so true. The jonquils are yellow, so cheery and bright, The lillies so stately, so pure and so white; The hyacinths whose fragrance seem to float in the air, All tell us to take heart and trust in His care. Mary Hazel Thomas 1990 |
| Growing Old The walls of my mind sometimes seem so bare, I search for a word, and it is not there. I strive to recall it, but it doesn't come, And then I wonder, am I just dumb? But sooner or later the word comes to mind, And I realize it was there all the time, Just takes a while loner than it use to, When you get to be "80" It might happen to you. |
| He Was My Friend... He Was My Folder My notebook died today. He was a great old guy, With his scratched blue color And a polka dot tie. I can still see those googly eyes Staring up at me. And his tattooed cheeks Drawn for all to see. He loved little drawings Especially dogs and pussycats. He liked to wink at pretty girls And tip his wide brim hats. I remember him best As being silent and strong. He never talked much, And he never steered me wrong. My folder carried all my papers Which wasn't easy to do. I wanted to keep him forever, But to him my fond adieu. Goodbye my google-eyed folder With your polka dot tie. I'll remember you always, You're the sparkle in my eye. MD |
| Love Love stands in the wings, And lets you take all the bows, Love is patient and gentle, No frown on it's brow. Love speaks to you softly, Through the songs of the birds. And is always on hand, With it's comforting words. Love knows all your faults, But they really don't matter. Love listens so quietly, As you fuss and chatter. Love gives 'til it hurts, And wants naught in return. Love is simply a gift, For which we all yearn. This gift comes from God, It cannot be measured. Let us all just accpet it, It's a blessing most treasured. Mary Hazel Thomas 1990 |
| Procrastination I never was a finisher, I always put things off. I've let things go so many times, That all my friends would scoff. The book I always meant to read, The letters I should write, Were always pushed back on the shelf, Completely out of sight. I've shut-ins to visit and Phone calls to make. I'll ask God to help me, Then a new path I will take. This is one thing I just can't put off, Because soon it will be too late. And I would be left waiting Outside of Heaven's Gate. Mary Hazel Thomas 1995 |
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