 |
| Poem's by Jan Higgins |
 |
| Some days I sit in solitude... Beside this babling brook And gently turn the pages of, My mental memory book. I see a child before me now, The child that once was me. And wonder at her simple joy, And how it came to be.... That she should hurry up to grow, To be a troubled girl, Then hurry on to womanhood, emotions in a whirl. |
| My Memory Book |
| I try to turn the pages back, But Father Times says, "no! "You lived it all, now understand, "This too in time will go. "Your days will grow much shorter still, "But I'll remain, my dear..... "I'll help you with your memory book "Each time you're with me, here. "Together we will face the past, "And come to terms with life, "Till on some solitary day "You've finished with this strife." Jan Higgins |
| Juliana |
| Not long ago I held MY first, And smiled into his eyes..... I saw the future shining there, Undimmed by baby cries. I felt his warm entrusting love Held safely in my arms And new the Joy of Motherhood Without time's passing harms. And now I see his smiling face, Above this baby girl, His pride in Juliana clear, Shown proudly to the world. Jan Higgins |
| I would not have you say of me, When I am gone from you.... "Here lies a woman loved by all" Unless that could be true. I do not hope to make my mark" In this, or any life... I'll only seek to give you love And be a loving wife. My story will not be in Vogue And hordes will ne'er acclaim So for my epitaph just write "Beloved Mom" beneath my name. Jan Higgins |
| My Epitaph |
| When Mary walked along the path, Perhaps she felt as YOU, When, just before the golden dawn Before the light crept through, You thought the load was just too great, And burdens too much to bear Perhaps she felt, as you do now That there was none to care. |
| Perhaps |
| And just before she turned the bend, That changed her future years, Perhaps she too, almost gave up and turned around in tears, For her Dear Master, Teacher, Friend, Had lain there, lo these hours And all His followers, like her, Knew not his mighty powers. |
| Then just before the journey's end, She saw the tomb, awaiting Empty, dark, and somehow drear, And with her breath abating She wept beside the rock, rolled back And then she heard her name Spoken with love and tenderness, THE SAVIOR LIVES AGAIN! Jan Higgins Easter 1960 |