Most of poems I received via E-Mail. I am still looking for Authors and titles so to give credit to them because they deserve it! If any of you know the titles or authors please drop me a line and let me know. Thanks! I hope you enjoy.
As I grow |
As I grow Please..... Understand that I am growing up and changing very fast. It must be difficult to keep pace with me but please try. Listen to me and give me brief, clear answers to my questions. Then I will keep sharing my thoughts and feelings. Reward me for telling the truth. Then I am not frightened into lying. Tell me when you make mistakes and what you've learned from them. Then I can accept that I am OK even when I blunder. Pay attention to me and spend time with me. Then I can believe that I am important and worthwhile. Do the things you want me to do. Then I have a good, positive model. Trust and respect me. Even though I am smaller then you, I have feelings and needs just like you. Compliment and appreciate me. Then I'll feel good and continue to please you. Help me explore my unique interests, talents and potential. In order for me to be happy, I need to be me and not you or someone you want me to be. Be an individual and create your own happiness. Then you can teach me the same and I can live a happy, successful and fulfilling life. Thank you for hearing me, I love you!! |
Bright Star |
The sky has a bright star, Brighter then all the others by far. I can see it night or day, I know it's you, showing me my way. Helping me travel through my grief, It doesn't matter what others say, it IS you that's my belief. Keep shining bright for me my son, Until my time on earth is done. Then you can meet me at heavens door, and I will hold you in my arms once more. The sky has a bright star, Brighter then all the others by far. ~By Lisa Thiessen~ |
"Childhood Doesn't Wait" |
I was sitting on a bench while in a nearby mall, When I noticed a young mother with two children who were small. The youngest one was whining, "Pick me up," I heard him beg but the mother's face grew angry as the child clung to her leg. "Don't hang on to me," she shouted as she pushed his hands away, 'I wish I'd had the courage to go up to her and say... The time will come too quickly when those little arms that tug, Won't ask for you to hold them or won't freely give a hug. "The day will sneak up subtly just as it did with me, When you can't recall the last time that your child sat on you knee. "Like those sacred,pre-dawn feedings when we cherished time alone Our babies grow and leave behind those special time we've known. "So when your child comes to you with a book that you can share, Or asks that you would tuck him in and help him say his prayer... "When he comes to sit and chat or would like to take a walk, Before you answer that you can't 'cause there's no time to talk "Remember what all parents learn so many times too late, That years go by too quickly and that childhood doesn't wait. "Take every opportunity, if one should slip away Reach hard to get it back again, don't wait another day." I watched that mother walk away her children followed near, I hope she'll pick them up before her chances disappear. |
RainBow |
If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you And share with you its beauty on the days you're feeling blue If I could build a mountain You could call your very own A place to find serenity A place to be alone If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the sea But all these things I'm finding are Impossible for me, I cannot build a mountain or catch a RAINBOW fair But let me be what I know best A FRIEND that's always there. |
Dress Rehearsel |
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people become friends and stay a while.. leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts. And we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!! Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present! I think this is special.....live and savor every moment... this is not a dress rehearsal! |
KEEP ON SINGING, MICHAEL |
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl,and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy. The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then The labor pains come. Every five minutes...every minute. But Complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - now they plan a funeral. Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says. Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive. She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed. The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!" Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray --- " Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Keep on singing, Michael. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---" The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr. Keep on singing, Michael. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael. Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away." Funeral plans are scrapped. The next day, -the very next day-, the little girl is well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love! NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. Send this to all the people that have touched your life. This was sent to me by a Friend. Pass it on |
Safely Home |
I am home in Heaven, dear ones; Oh, so happy and so bright! There is perfect joy and beauty In this everlasting light. All the pain and grief is over, Every restless tossing passed; I am now at peace forever, Safely home in Heaven at last. Did you wonder I so calmly Trod the valley of the shade? Oh! But Jesus' love illumined Every dark and fearful Glade. And He came Himself to meet me In that way so hard to tread; And with Jesus' arm to lean on Could I have one doubt or dread? Then you must not grieve so sorely, For I love you dearly still Try to look beyond earth's shadows, Pray to trust our Father's will. There is work still waiting for you So you must not idle stand; Do it now while life remaineth -You shall rest in Jesus' land. When that work is all completed, He will gently call you home; Oh, the rapture of that meeting, Oh, the joy to see you come! Author Unknown |
Teddy Bear By Dale Royal, Tommy Hill, Red Sovine, and J William Denny |
I was on the outskirts of a little Southern town, Trying to reach my destination before the sun went down. The old CB was blaring away on channel 1-9, When there came a little boy's voice on the radio line. And he said, "Breaker 1-9, is anyone there? Come on back, truckers, and talk to Teddy Bear." I keyed the mike and said, "You got it,TeddyBear." The little boy's voice came back on the air, ''Preciate the break. Who we got on the other end?" I told him my handle and then he began. "Now I'm not supposed to bother you fellas out there. Mom say's you're busy and for me to stay off the air." But you see, I get lonely and it helps to talk ''Cause that's about all I can do. I'm crippled and cannot walk." I came back and told him to fire up that mike, I'd talk to him as long as he'd like. "This was my dad's radio," the little boy said, "But I guess it's mine and Mom's now 'cause my daddy's dead. Dad had a wreck about a month ago. He was trying to get home in a blinding snow. Mom has to work now to make ends meet. I'm not much help with my crippled feet. She says not to worry that she'll make it all right.But I hear her crying sometimes late at night.Ya know, there's one thing I want more than anything else to see. Ah I know you guys are too busy to bother with me. But, ya see, my dad used to take me for rides when he was home. But I guess that's all over now since my daddy's gone. Not one breaker came in on that CB As that little crippled boy talked to me. I tried hard to swallow the lump; it just would not stay down As I thought about my boy in Greenville Town. "Dad was going to take Mom and me with him later on this year. Why I remember him saying, 'Someday this ol' truck will be your's, TeddyBear.' But I know I will never get to ride in an 18-wheeler again. But this old base will keep me in touch with all my trucker friends. Teddy Bear's going to back out now and leave you alone 'Cause it's almost time for Mom to come home. But you give me a shout when you're passing through And I'll be happy to come back to you." Well I came back and said, "before you 10-10, What's your home 20, little CB friend?" Well he gave me his home address and I didn't hesitate one second 'cause this hot load of freight Was just gonna have to wait. I turned that truck around on a dime And headed for Jackson Street 229. As I rounded the corner, I got one heck of a shock: 18-wheelers lined up for three city blocks. Why I guess every trucker from miles around had caught Teddy Bear's call, And that little boy was having a ball. For as fast as one driver would carry him in, Another would carry him to his truck and they'd take off again. Well you better believe I took my turn at riding Teddy Bear. And then I carried him back in and put him down in his chair. Buddy, if I never live to see happiness again, I want you to know I saw it that day in the face of that little man. We took up a collection before his momma came home. Each driver said goodbye and then they were gone. He shook my hand with a mile-long grin And he said, "So long trucker; I'll catch you again." I hit that interstate with tears in my eyes. I turned on my radio and got another surprise."Breaker 1-9," came a voice on the air,"Just one word of thanks from Momma Teddy Bear. We wish each and every one a special prayer for you 'Cause you just made my little boy's dream come true. I'll sign off now before I start to cry. May God ride with you; 10-4 and goodbye." |
