These are a few of many poems which were written for me by Dorothy Womack, a very special friend...I will be changing them from time to time so please check back to enjoy her great work!

This poem was written after I had spent a day trying to make mom smile. As a last resort I found a feather which I used to tickle her and she responded!  Mom was always a giggler and I used to ask her if she was "sitting on a feather." I bought a whole bag of feathers after this and left them at the nursing home. Most of the residents there responded to them with laughter.
 

TICKLE ME

Tickle me, darlin' - Make me giggle again
Let's ride on a feather - Soar on the wind

Where bright stars are shining and moonbeams aglow
I'll kiss you and squeeze you - Forever, I'll hold
You closely unto me - I'll not let you go!
For YOU bring the sunshine and make the dark go...

You look in my eyes and you see great pain
I look in your eyes and I see the gains
That finding yourself, despite my decline,
Have brought to your life and thus, brought to mine!

I'm not one to mention those things which are past
Just tickle me, darlin' - and together, we'll laugh!
Remember my laughter - Remember this day
These memories will keep you, when I've gone away

But grieve not, nor focus on things you can't change
Instead, build on laughter and all which remains
That brings you deep pleasure and causes great glee -
Just recall your feather - And tickling me!!

© 1999 Dorothy Womack
* Written for Brenda Race, my dear friend. This was true story about a day with her mother
 

TRANSFORMED

I wonder what it will be like, when angels come for me
To step out of this mortal frame and finally be free?
This body that I'm dwelling in cannot sustain me long
One day soon, my Lord will come - and take me to my Home
Which was prepared by God Himself, before Eternity
So I would have a place to dwell with the Blessed Trinity
I no longer wish to linger on - a broken, shriveled soul
I long to fly to Heaven's Gates - Where GOD has full control
There is no longer anything which holds me to this plane
My hope is set on Jesus Christ - For it's through HIM, I gain
So those who love me? Do not fret nor overwhelmed in heart, be
For I am still the one you love - I'm just TRANSFORMED, you see.....
© 1999 Dorothy Womack **Dedicated to Frances Willmart
 

THE BRUSH OF THE BREEZE

Even as the wind blows through the trees
Gently blowing things around in the wake of its breeze
So I will come to you, in the still of the day
When you feel that others have forsaken and all gone away
I will bring comfort to your hurting heart
And offer you ways to make a new start
For I know how much my leaving has cost you
In terms of your own life, and I will be true
To keep all my promises made unto you
There'll not be another to ever replace you
Although I am dwelling in a place far away
I am ever near you - Close to you, I stay
So you can hold your head up proudly
Never fear for what tomorrow may bring
For I am still shining, as are the others
And we are ALL here - with Christ, the King
There's never a moment when you're out of sight
Just look up at the stars that shine in the night
And you'll recognize God's hand in the Heavens
So tenderly sent ----
His confirmation to you, my daughter, of where
I have went .........
And MY confirmation, of course, ever be
My touch on your cheek in the brush of the breeze
I'll come to you on a moonbeam of liquid starlight
And THEN, my love, EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT.....
@2000 Dorothy Womack
 

CARRIED AWAY

I watched him carry my mother to bed
Not even knowing what went on in her head
As he lifted her so tenderly ---
I felt my heart lurch and suddenly see
That her time to leave us is well on its way
There's nothing to do for her - Nothing to say
My lifetime companion of thirty plus years
Holds me, hugs me, and wipes away tears
Which fall despite everything I already know
Momma is leaving - I want her to go -
But this night was different - I sensed it so real
We have a few fleeting moments until
She leaves us, forever, in body alone
For God will soon call her to His Heavenly Home
And my mate will be here, as I watch her go
Lending his support always, so that I will know
We're still a family, together, inside
Our hearts and our spirits forever abide
Our bodies may separate us for a brief time
But I know God's with us, and in His own time
He'll reach down for Momma and away she will go
Beyond even moonbeams and stars down below
To dwell in God's Heaven - Eternally -
While me and my husband await dutifully
For our times of departure to one day appear
But while I am waiting - I'll surely draw near
To the one who extends forth his hands unto me
And the One who was nailed, by His Hands, to a tree ---
My family of origin's shifting so fast
Before I live in TODAY - TOMORROW has passed -
But this night has given me such memories
Fond embraces between David, Momma and me ---
I'm thankful God's granted me so many years
With people who love me, despite all my fears ---
And just like my husband carried Momma today?
Jesus will come carry Momma away ---
Although I'll be saddened at reality
I know in my spirit she's not leaving me
She's merely transformed into pure radiance
Will I too be like that? When given my chance?
But for now, I'll sit quietly and reflect on today
The way I saw God work His Will and His Way
Through using my husband to comfort someone
Who gave me my own life - My natural one -
My spiritual being is doing quite well
My Momma is going where God's angels dwell --
As I walk away from her, one final day---
With David beside me? And God?
I'm okay.........
© 1999 Dorothy Womack **Dedicated to Brenda Race

I HAVE NOT GONE AWAY

I AM NOT FAR

YOU ONLY NEED TO LOOK

INSIDE YOUR HEART

I LOVED YOU THEN

I LOVE YOU STILL

AND MOST OF ALL?

I ALWAYS WILL...