Poems

t’s wonderful knowing someone is there,
Someone to talk to, someone to care,
Someone who always knows just what to do…
It’s always been wonderful knowing there’s you.
It’s wonderful having someone who gives
Something worthwhile to each day that she lives,
Someone whose thoughtfulness always shows through…
It’s always been wonderful,
Mom, having you.

This poem was submitted by Alvin.

When God looked down upon the earth
And chose to put new blessings there,
Gifts from above To show his love,
And lighten earthly joy and care,
He gave the sky the sunset glow;
Gave fragrance to the lily’s blow;
Gave laughter gay To children’s play
And then to every yearning soul
He gave that gift of tenderest worth
- A Mother.

This poem was submitted by Sarah N. Latham.

Few can bring the warmth
We can find in their embrace,
And little more is needed to bring love
Than the smile on their face.

They’ve a supply of precious stories,
Yet they’ve time to wipe a tear,
Or give us reasons to make us laugh,
They grow more precious through the years.

I believe that God sent us Grandparents
As our legacy from above,
To share the moments of our life,
As extra measures of His love.

This poem was submitted by Nancy.

Today my son becomes a man,
But I can’t let him go.
I’ve nurtured him for eighteen years
And no one else can know.

The doctors said he wouldn’t live
But tiny lies they told.
We did it all, son, hand in hand.
Now you’re eighteen years old.

If we knew then what we know now,
Would life have been the same?
We’ll never know for sure,
my boy,
But so much did we gain.

We gained control,
we gained respect,
We gained a lot of love.
But we didn’t do it all alone,
There was guidance from above.

Someday I hope you’ll come to know
I did all that I could.
I know at times I seemed quite harsh
But it was for your own good.

Those words come easy for a mom.
Someday you might agree.
But let me tell you,
I am proud And you’re the only son for me.

This poem was submitted by Anne Gricks.

I remember Daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer
and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
You would read quite a story in the callouses and lines
years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy’s hands how they held my mama tight
and patted my back selfishly for something done right.
There are things that I’ve forgotten that I loved about the man
But I’ll always remember the love in Daddy’s hands.

I remember Daddy’s hands working till they bled
just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over I’d live my again
and never take for granted the love in Daddy’s hands

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle
but I’ve come to understand
There was always love in Daddy’s hands

This poem was submitted by Nancy.