KENDRA MICHELLE...

Kendra Michelle
09-14-86

My last and final child came when our lives were turned upside down ..
We moved from our home we thought we would live forever
Unbound..

We had moved to the other side 
Side of the state..
Near destitute, way too much on our plate..

Uprooted, unhappy, poor in finances, pregnant too..
Feeling pretty stressed and naturally "BLUE".. 

Shortly after the move, I had our last bundle joy..
My little girl "Kendra Michelle"
Was perfect after having two little boys..

She brought contentment and happiness when everything  else
Was unnaturally bleak..
She was exactly God's blessing I needed to seek..

Her smile was like sunshine from heaven above..
Her disposition was just what I had been craving and needed
To Love.. 
 
Kendra was a happy baby and a precocious little girl ..
She turned our already crazy
life into to a crazier whirl..

She kept up with her two older 
Brothers and was adored by her three oldest siblings.. 
She was the glue the bonded our family living...
She brought a ray of sunshine,
She was always quite
Giving.. 

As she grew older had her share of turmoil and strife..
Thank God she grew out of the bad side of that life..

She helped her older brother and sisters with their growing families.. 
She's loved so dearly as their 
Aunty and sister.. 

God , I thank you for this sixth child of mine..
A true blessing of Love and happiness I find..

Never have I regretted the day of her coming..
She saved my life and my sanity
I needed her loving,..

Not one day passes that.. I know she's from you.. 
I know and believe how much YOU Love her Too..

A breath of fresh air she  was brought to this earth..
From the moment she was brought forth in birth..

She went back to school, worked hard to become a dental 
Assistant..
Met and married Aaron upon her persistence..

Now they have the love of their lives, their sweet "Aubree  Grace"..
That little girl brings a big smile to Gramma's face..

Kendra makes me laugh, she's a joy to be around..
I pray for her daily as her challenges confound.,

She faces life's challenges with her smile and much grace.,
Like a true child of God ..
She has accepted her place..

She strives hard to please her family and friends..
That's who she is, a loving person 
To the end..

I Love you dear Kendra and I always will..
You came when life was a difficult pill..

Happiness blooms where Your planted I've read and am told..
Accept and be proud and always be bold..

I look in your face and reminded
Once again..
You brought me heaven when life  was less than a friend..

How I praise God and thank Him for the bottom of my heart..
I know now more than ever
His  love from the start..

Your  my gift straight from God
I'll always impart..
So never forget, my sweet daughter, my sixth child,   just how precious you are..
And you always  have been, 
Right from the start !!



Beyond the poem ..
 A message  from Mom:

You were and still are my precious little girl that brought me a pure sense of living and a purpose as well..
Going through that time of life .. Problems abound.. I still knew I was protected and given a gift!! 
I struggled with many adversities .. But you were a light and a reminder that not only you but all my children were my reason to always go on.. Never give Up !! Especially when times are difficult !! 
May you be reminded of this as you walk through life !!

Love, 
Mom

REMEMBERING...

Remembering  ...

Remember that day  not
that long ago?
When the day was long..
It turned so dark ?

When we all stood still , 
We couldn't believe..
We just watched  in awe, 
it broke our  hearts ...
We  could hardly breath..

We stood as one
as we breathed  in the pain..
Watching again, seeing
yet another plane..
Hit the towers one by one .
Then the Pentagon was hit ..
Yes,another came..
Then the fourth plane crashed
In Pennsylvania ..
Too much to endure ..
Never to be the same..


Our Minds go back to that 
painful day..
When Americans were one
 across mountains and plains..
We stood as one..
We symbolically held hands..

Now here it is , ten years
 have gone..
It was like yesterday..
Our nation groans ..

We haven't forgotten how we all stood as ONE..
On that dark solemn day,
Blake clouds  came,
They hid the sun..

Today as we commemorate
that day in infamy ..
Take time to reflect the lives 
WE lost .. 
It was torture and terror
You see..

All that remains is it's complexity ..
Much has changed..
We are no longer one ..
We bicker and fight over politics,
 the red and the blue..
What brought us to this ?
Guess I will never know..

Today once again, we stand as one,
Remembering ....
And the lives that are  gone..
 
9/11/11

THE FIRST MORNING LIGHT....

THE FIRST MORNING LIGHT..

Today I woke up early , before first morning light..
Much on my mind , there was no  ray of light ..

Family on my mind, each child with life's burdens, turns and twists..
I lift them one by one before the throne of Grace..
I pray them health and answers, to recognize their God given 
Gifts ..
That they too can have the knowledge  that they have a special place ..

To seek the wisdom of the Father and his Son who gave his life ..
So that they can always know the peace  with each circumstance and strife ..

So as I feel and see the morning light appear..
My prayers and burdens said and whispered..
The weight of each seem to disappear..

So thank you Heavenly Father,
My Saviour and my Light..
I start my day anew knowing fully
It will be alright ..

Thank You precious Lord , I  give my day to you ..
Trod my path ahead so I can face each step so true..

2 Samuel : 37

ROCK, SANG AND PRAYED..

ROCKED SANG AND PRAYED

I have an old rocking chair in 
My bedroom..
A chair I rocked, sang and prayed from night and
Noon..
My children fevered brows and listless bodies slept..
My arms of Love in earnest 
Kept ..
Soft songs of praise and hymns
With fervent prayers..
That God's heart I've touched with tears, He cares..
My spirit one with sickened child
At my breast..
With God so close.. His touch,
His Spirit entrenched..
Our bonded souls lifted to a higher plain..
His presence  real as I reach out 
I feel no blame..
Just pure and untainted fearless calm..
He wraps the child with His healing balm..
There was and is no better place..
As I rocked and sang "Amazing Grace"..
My child lay rested and safe from harm ..
I placed within my Masters
Arms.. 
Save and secure, my faith 
Renewed..
I search no more, my spirit
Viewed..
A taste of heaven's pure holy
Place..
My child rests as I  seek His face..

Those were memories I've kept in store..
The times I rocked and sang at heavens door..
He came to meet me with child I 
Cried..
"Dear Jesus Heal and bless this 
Child"..
He always answered with His "Still small voice"..
"I am here and I hear your every  prayer"
"Rest now mother" as He touched and cared..
"This child I Love more than even you"..
"I've come to heal and rescue, it is true"..
"For tomorrow will bring a bright new dawn"..
The fevered brow is miraculously
Gone..
Bright red cheeks are pale
 again..
The child's broad smile and strength begins ..
With laughter and spirit refreshed within..

"Thank you Jesus".. I whisper and said out loud..
My faith remains forever
Proud..

I am now older and My children grown.. 
Their own children they have now 
Bestowed..
I hope they remember those precious scenes..
Where we met and touched God's
Presence gleams ..
Wasn't it just yesterday I Sang Rocked and prayed..
When He came and met me,
I was not afraid..

ADDISON MORGAN HILL

Addison Morgan Hill
08/25/11

Blonde is her hair,
 as blond as can be..
It shines like the sunshine
So pretty to see.. 
She dances on rainbows..
She dances on clouds..
Her smile is contagious 
It Makes Gramma proud..
Her eyes they do twinkle 
Her eyes they do glow..
She's a force to be reckoned
Her Mommy told me so.. 
Don't lose your composer
Oh Mommy I pray.. 
Addy's an angel from heaven
Given to you each Day.. 
Addy loves you Mommy.
Addy loves her Dad too..
She carries your love with her
She'll ask what to do?
I Love how she cares for her big sister Sam..
She'd do anything for her ,
I'm sure if she can.. 
She's stolen my heart the day I first saw her...
Sent down from heaven .. 
Her hugs are my cure..
Gramma loves you sweet Addy for just who you are!!
Maybe when your all grown up you'll be a "Rock Star"..

I love you Addison !!


For you Addie: on 08/25/11
(your  special day )

Soon you will be 4..
"shut the front door !!

Where did those 4 years go??
They went by so fast..
Wouldn't you say so ??

Well gramma hopes you have 
a lot of fun !!
Sounds like your Birthday Party
Mom has planned ,
Is going to be the bomb!!

I Love You so Much Addie!'
Big ol' Hugs and Kissie!!

On this your beautiful 
Birthday Day!!
Now get out there and "Have
A Good Day"
Wouldn't YOU SAY ??

Happy Birthday Addie !!
Love, Gramma 

FORGIVENESS....

FORGIVE ME..

Forgive me if I have hurt you in any way..
Forgive me if  I don't think before I say..
Unkind words that have no fruit.. Just poisoned decay..
Forgive me if I acted like a spoiled child wanting my way..
Forgive me for not thinking what I should say..
Forgive my excuses for the errors of my ways..
When I doubt your proclivity and natural state.. 
Who am I to think I am so magnificent or great ..

So forgive me I need to apologize and I  pray..

My dear Heavenly Father, I come before your throne of Grace.. 
Chastise this woman who falls before you on her face..
Forgive me for I have stepped ahead and acted and spoke to others before seeking your face..
I ask forgiveness, I apologize for my unseemingly disruptive words, I have disgraced...
I have hurt others with my words and unkind actions..
Help me to be more thoughtful,
Loving .. To your satisfaction..
Give me courage, be humble, and to know when I am wrong.. 
To say..
Forgive me and let your honor be restored where it rightfully belongs..
In Your Precious Name I do Pray,
Amen


(this is my 100th poem .. How suitable God has lead me to write about forgiveness.. 
It is His Spirit that leads my words and pen..
.. Thank You Jesus for a gift I did not know I had, until you lead me in this certain and real direction)

I TRIED...

I TRIED....

I've tried to keep you on the good and save road...
You turn away and headed out on your own...

You've chosen another turn,
With disastrous curves...
A rocky uphill path, it's twists and cliffs... 
I fear you'll fall, it's so treacherous ...

I tried calling out, yelled your name, warned of evil..
But you went ahead, ignored my voice, kept on going..
Your persistent road you are bound to travel.. 
It is your life you insist on showing ...

Like the lamb that lost it's way..
I trust The Shepard you will seek someday..

So pray, I do, for your 
Heart and soul ..
That you'll return to the true Shepard's  fold .. 

Like the lost sheep who found
His way back ..
You'll be restful and secured,
In the loving arms and the Shepard's lap ..

May you never stray or be lured away..
By greener pastures..
I hope you will stay..

Keep your eyes on the Shepard,
He'll guide your path..
Leading the way with His steadfast staff ..

I tried to show you what is right and wrong..
But trust I must in the
Shepard Song ..

His way is just, 
His way is True..
Believe in Him..
I pray for you !!

SAMANTHA RYAN

Samantha Ryan..
(You Are Getting So Big) ..

Samantha, I can not believe,
 you will soon  be Five..
Where did the time go ?? I have to say..MAN ALIVE !!

You are growing into..
such beautiful little girl!!
As each day passes by .. 
You're  growing like the oyster,
Making it's precious illuminous pearl..

Slowly and methodically,
 it takes a grain of sand..
Into a thing of beauty..
Just like you, dear Sam..

You continue to amaze me,
 as you  grow a little taller ..
You also have remained, to be quite the little scholar ..

Stay on the path you're heading..
Always study hard.. 
Keep it strong and steady,
And you'll never miss the mark..

I love you Samantha .. You are Gramma's precious girl..
My precious little moonbeam,
My precious little pearl..
 
Always please  remember,  like I used to tell your Mom....
"Be Sweet" ..my little angel..
And you will never EVER go
wrong !!!


Dedicated to Samantha Ryan
Who is turning five years old
07-01-11 
Happy Birthday Sweet Samantha!!

Love and Kisses,
Gramma

NATALIE MARIE

Natalie Marie
07-02-70

You were my first, my darling sweet girl..
The anticipation, the excitement
Watch out world !!

I watched  my tummy grow as each day went by..
I was so overwhelmed .. Yet happy, I'd cry..

I couldn't stand if something should happened to you..
I quit work early I was determined to do..

Everything right, for this baby inside me..
Your arrival was my own greatest envy..

You were beautiful , gorgeous, healthy and pretty!!
You were the prettiest baby in the whole darn city..

"Natalie Marie"
Was the named I picked
Out..
A name your dad and I would proudly Tout..

I couldn't dream a more perfect dream, or fly higher
 and soar..
You were a happy and special little girl..

Lots of innocent and cherished
Moments I recall..
Fond memories are stored
And tales of reminisce shall
Befall..

Time went on.. Some good times
And difficult too..
I had to let you go.. Praying
You through..

Time quickly past, you had a child of your own..
Trials and tribulations, seeds of turmoil had grown..

Worry I did , was this going to be your fate?
I prayed for you constantly , i could never berate..

Look at what has happened!!
Look at you now!!
Going to school and on the "Dean List"!! WOW !!
HOLY COW !!!

Excelling as you study .. Knowledge is fun..
You're as bright as the rays of the  bright Noon days Sun!!

You, my beautiful daughter, went far beyond my dreams..
Out of the darkness into lights glowing stream..

The woman I knew you could always become ..
You are amazing .. Stay focused, your dreams almost
Done..

Keep going, Finish school..
First child of Mine..
Show everyone you know, how bright your
Star shines..

I cannot believe that you are now a Grandma..
And Gerry is also a Grandpa..

Wonders never cease and a miracle was given..
When little Mady came along
So complete a gift straight
From Heaven..

You love that little girl it is apparent, it shows..
Your face it lights up with a special glow..

Your life is on track .. You can't imagine my pride..
My prayers are with you I am right at your side..

Keep striving for excellence .. Keep your nose to the grindstone..
I know and believe that you're in your own zone!!

You are the best you can be, dear first child of mine..
Continue your climb..
Reach that goal, it will be
So fine!!




Beyond the poem :
A message from Mom

I Love you More than life itself,
Natalie ...
You have demonstrated what can happen when a life has changed..
You are a living miracle..a bright
Shining example of what  happens when a life turns from a darkened path to a life's journey of light..

Love,
Mom

ABREE'S SQUEAL AND LAUGHTER

Aubree's Squeals of Joy and Laughter..

She is a happy little one
As she giggles and runs..

Playing with her cat
His name is Wall-E
He thinks she's a brat..

She chases him around every 
corner, down the hall,
He's never a loner..

You can almost hear his thoughts
As she grabs and hugs him..
"Hey Aubree, give me a break,
I've about had it to the brim"..

She squeals joyfully as he runs 
To the next hiding spot..
She chases after him, no
way she plans to stop..

Sometimes she squats down
With her face next to his..
"Meow", she asks,  like she is giving a quiz..

He looks at her, as he answers
with distain and  disgust..
"Meow".. Leaving her as he runs, saying.."Eat my dust"..

Again she squeals with much joy and laughter ..
"You can run, but you can not hide".. As she chases
after..

I don't think there is anything I would rather hear or see..
Than this child's laughter and joyful squeal..

It is music to this Gramma's loving heart..
The joyful laughter and squeals..
Makes me happy
 as a proverbial 
meadow  lark..

She's as cute as a button...
I  say with no remorse..
Just a cold hard fact..
With certainty,  of course..


Dedicated to Aubree Grace..
Youngest grandchild.. 
She's my Baby Girl's Baby 
Girl..

Traveling Across this Land..

Traveling ..

Traveling across the Great highways and byways...
The Land we know and love
As America ..
It is this I have to say..

Her hills green with color..
Her mountains, prairies,
Her rich fertile land so stellar..

I am always enchanted by her 
Lasting beauty ..
Mile upon mile.. Her land forever
Suites me..

Farms busy with tilling, watering, the fields for produce...
Feeding the masses across the
World with their surplus..

Towns and cities dotted through
the miles we travel..
Each distinct with characteristic,
depending on whether you are
On the paved road or gravel..

Highway crews busy
 at the task,
of resurfacing the road ..
For we who travel
In summer heat or 
winters cold.. 

Sometimes we are blessed to
see wildlife grazing the hills
and lands before us..
Completely oblivious of road warriors that scream with delight to see God's creatures..
Simply Glorious !!

Sometimes there is woods and forest of green that
gives us visual pleasure..
Other times it is sagebrush and sand, the desert plateau..
For good measure..

Have you ever been on a mountain pass, ocean or seaside 
Road ..
Nothing more breathtaking or scenic to see,
or to behold..

Oh Yes!! We are blessed as we travel along ..
Countless hours of pleasure
My visual senses
 I  catalog..

Next time you travel to a certain destination..
Let your eyes wonder and gaze at God's virtual creation..

Just marvel at the beauty of this land we are blessed to see and live in..
Take time and look around and thank God for what 
You see...
It is what I pray 
and believe in...
 It is in His debt that
we are undoubtedly free..


 
 
 
 






If you travel a mountain pass,
a lakeside road, or a road 
to see the ocean ..
What perfect views to scan and
excite the visual scenic 
Passion..

So next time you travel across this majestic land we call home..
Take time to look and see this 
Beautiful land of gold..

Feast your eyes upon this rich and fertile land ..
Praise the Creator, for he is grand..

"Thank You, Heavenly Father..
For this land I see..
And the blessings 
of being free!!

TEARS...

Tears..

Why do I cry so quick and
so easily ?
My heart on my sleeve,
I cry  tender 
and sincerely ..

I cry when animals 
are not cared  for 
or starving..
I cry when my spirit 
is torn and beaten,
Like a boxer,
while sparring...

My tears flow like rain,
when a friend is alone..
I am so far away, 
They're not answering
the phone..

I cry when a baby has 
No words to express..
They cry tears ..
I cry and feel
totally perplexed..

It is pain and I sob, 
For a  soul lost
in the dark..
Lost and confused,
With no spiritual spark..

No love do they know..
Who has died 
in their place..
His salvation, His Love,
His awesome 
Saving Grace..

I cry for the widow 
who lost the "Love
of her Life"..
The loneliness, grief
 and Sadness..
She struggles 
to survive...

I weep for the many
who left  earth
 suddenly and died..
Who didn't have time
to kiss their loved ones,
 or even say good bye...

There are  many situations
and circumstances..
With  many reasons
 to cry..
I must give them
To Jesus..
From here and now and
Forever..
And the" great by 
and by"..


He is my strength, 
my Redeemer,
 my friend, 
and my guide..
My eternal salvation..
Without Him there is
No light...

I can not wait for the day
when no tears will be 
Shed..
No more sadness or suffering,
All evil has fled..

A day of rejoicing,
 a day of renewal..
When The redeemed 
will meet Jesus..
His reign and throne
Forever bestowed..

A FATHER'S PERFECT LOVE

A FATHER'S PERFECT LOVE..

Your Fathers Love is steadfast and sure..
Like the air you breath,
His love endures..

He worked his hands right to the
bones..
For you, my child to
have food
and shelter..
You were never alone..

He quietly goes about
 his daily tasks..
He works hard..
He MAY NEED your help..
He'll  never
Ask..

He has felt the pain
of sadness and loss..
Yet he rarely
Complains..
Some would never endure,
They'd simple refrain

His Love for you is so
great and
Intense..
His pride for his children,
There is no
Pretense ..

Sometimes I see his tears,
 when he thinks
no one sees..
He carries the
weight of his
Burdens within,
and carries them
for you and me..

So next time you
see your father..
Remember this..
He loves you so much..
Give him a long hug, and
A big ol' kiss..

Never forget what he has done for you!!
With his hardworking hands,
 The kindness he shares..
 His tender heart..
It beats strong
 and true..

If possible, emulate
 His values,
His loyalty,
His love so
Mighty..
Because to be like him..
It would make him blush,
He wouldn't take it
Lightly..

Next time you pray,
 whisper a pray for
 your father..
He is so dear..
Pray him health,
Tell God you love your dad,
And make
It clear..

Always make him proud
and work real hard..
Just like your father,
He is a perfect
Example ..
Right from the start...

CLOUDS...

Clouds..

My favorite pass time in the world, is laying in the grass and looking up at the clouds..
I love the big white fluffy ones that look like God's cotton candy
Spun and twirled around ..

As I gaze, drift away, look and
I ponder..
I start seeing faces of old bearded men ..
as I continue to stare
in virtual wonder..

I am pretty sure I see the faces of Jeremiah, Moses, Abraham, and David...
Their long white beards and flowing windblown hair..
As they float by, I am
tucking them away in my memory to save it..
I have not a sorrow, nor a worry or troubled worldly care..

Now, I see a stallion galloping across the heavens above me..
Wait, now I see a white albino whale floating across the horizons  blue sea..

Is that an angel I see,
checking on God's earth below?
Jesus, is that You, leaning and listening, tending to Your children as they come and as they go?

As I see different faces of men, mermaids, chariots and creatures..
All with distinctive looks, clarity and comical imaginative
features..

My imagination heightened, my senses illuminated, as I scan
the white formations..
Parading high, so high in the sky,
These cloudy culminations..

Briefly I have escaped  to a place where no one can enter or ever sees..
Just my own imaginary images
of celestial beings and
things now and yet to be..

I defy you to begin and take this  celestial adventure with me.. 
View the wonder that is right above you or anyone else,
to imagine and to see...

Let your troubles and cumbersome worries  be virtually
carried away ..
Right now, not tomorrow.. Go ahead and try it TODAY,
It will be OK!!

With each fluffy chariot of God and His heavenly steeds ..
As they take you  along for this awesome adventurous imaginary ride with me..

Joyous Laughter

Joyful Laughter..

Have you ever heard the sound of someone 's laugh ..
Across the room..
Down a hall, or in a crowded   dining room..

In a restaurant, where family and friends meet to gather .. Their conversation gives way  to a  cheerful chatter..

Reminiscing of funny stories..
Of someone doing or
 got caught flatfooted ..
In all their spectacular
 and silly glory..

A certain Laugh rings  through  the noise and clatter..
Of dishes, glasses and all the
other chatter..

The laugh is happy, it lights up the room..
Where otherwise it might or could be full of doom..

No, I'd rather hear that sound 
of someone's laughter's glee..
Of someone's true happiness,
having a laughing spree!!

What is better than the sound of just one  giggle or
Laugh ??
Is hearing a chorus of many
howling over someone's
Gaff..

It makes me smile or laugh
myself..
To hear a stranger's laugh, not
muffled or squelched.. 

A full on belly laugh, heard in every corner..
Makes a room feel warm..
No one feels like 
A loner..

Everyone looks around with a giggle or a chuckle..
Wondering who is laughing?
How did they get so  tickled?
Maybe they need too loosen their belt buckle ..

We need to laugh and laugh 
Real hard..
To free our endorphins.. 
To lighten up and be a
"Real Card"..

I 'd rather be silly and be kinda annoying..
With joy and laughter with
friends and family I am
enjoying..

Rather than a pickle sucking jerk full of doom and gloom..
Sucking the air out every circumstance or room..

I'll laugh until the day I die..
Entering Heaven's gate
Smiling and laughing..
Giving Jesus a "high five"..

SHANNON NICOLE

Shannon Nicole
06-04-74

Third times a charm, I always have heard..
How true this is.. I will
Concur..

At first I was wondering what God had in mind..
Are you kidding me?? I asked
Him..
Are you blind?

I have already- two little kids..
My hands are full , I'll flip my 
Lid!!

I nearly lost her .. My sweet
Shannon Nicole.. 
But God showed and taught me..
Hey, He's in control .. 

Born the smallest of the six .. Weighed 6 pds. 14oz.'s
She's still the smallest of them,
With beautiful countenance ..

She's sensitive and caring from her head to her toes.. 
She'll go out of her way to make 
You feel so..

Happy and jubilant,  her life now is perfect..
Her soulmate in Ryan and two little girls..
They are darling and sweet, life is a whirl..
Keeping her busy with her job and those precious little girls..  

No time for nonsense, she strives for the best..
Everything has purpose and is put through Shannon's test..

Life has meaning.. She'll tell you so..
Life  brings her happiness, contentment, she glows..

How can I tell you, dear Shannon
My child.. 
You are true gift from God from conception..
It 's wild!! 

I will never forget when God taught me that lesson..
You are the outcome of his greatest blessing's..

Your life is a real dream come
True..
There is no need for sadness or feeling blue..

You've strived for perfection every since I can remember ..
You are always been a real
Contender..

My advise ,my dear Shannon, it is simple and with fact..
That give yourself a break, and try and relax..

You are perfect and beautiful I say without bias..
You are a blessing and gift from God on the Highest..

So continue your journey, continue on your path..
For I am so proud as you've met and conquered each task..

Just remember for me when your climbing for perfection..
Relax, slow down, look around and breath in the air of less tension!!


Beyond the poem:
A message from Mom,
I Love you Shannon because your life has blossomed to perfection!!
Your gentle sweet spirit is one that is pure and clean ..
 You are so wonderful, so beautiful, so kind and sweet..
I am blessed because God gave me you as proof He is perfect Love.. You are my reminder that
Angels live among us.. You are my angel!!

Love,
Mom

BRIAN WADE

Brian Wade
06-03-72

Could I be even  more blessed ?
Is it possible, would I be put to a test?

Another baby on the way after only 2 years..
Could a boy be possible?
 I cried out-Oh dear!!
Yes! My wildest dreams have come true!!
Brian Wade is here !! 

I am as happy, so happy, so far from blue!!
He's all  boy from his head to his 
tiny little toes..

I turned around, my little man
Is bigger..
He is taller than his Mom, can you believe it..
Go figure!

No problems, no enemies, my son is a natural .. 
He's perfect in fact he 's even quite pastoral ..

His smile and laughter light up any room..
This child knew no  history of sadness or gloom..

He grown up believing he could do anything..
Self assured, bright, and faced any challenge, I do sing..

Soon he met the Love of his life..
Becca soon became his wife..

He  took on the challenge of a ready made family.. 
Loved Becca 's girls just like they were his..
Before you know it, there were two little Morgan's kids.

They were blessed with both a girl and a boy..
Brian's so happy , his cup's full of joy ..

The  livelyhood he's chosen is serving him well.. 
He works really hard, anyone can
Tell.. 
His family is beautiful,and busy
Like he.. 
All being the "Best they Can Be"
Proud of you Brian.. First son of mine.. 

I would be mistaken, I would be Remiss..
If I did not mention how much he loves to hunt and to
Fish.. 

Unlike his Dad, who cannot harm a fly..
So where he got these interests
Is beyond me..
Big sigh !!

But he loves to do these and bless him , I do..
It makes him feel happy and full of contentment 
 so true..

Brian, you are my first son of three.. 
You have strived for the best and it is plain as can
Be..

I'll seek and continue to pray where  life leads..
God's light and wisdom you will
Listen and seek..

Be humble and loving.. I have no doubt you do this..
Be patient and giving every day
These added with bliss..

I have no doubt you are headed in the right direction..
As you continue to seek and grow to perfection..

Just remember each direction that life as takes you ..
To seek God's wisdom and your path will be true..



Beyond the poem:
A message from Mom
I Love you Brian.. Your focus and determination along with a tenderness, most men do not have, make me exceedingly proud
of you.. 
You are handsome, you are loving, 
And most of all you have shown me that forgiveness is given because of Love conquers all ..
You, my son, truly are a
"Man among Men"..

Love,
Mom

SCENT OF SUMMER

SCENT OF SUMMER..
(and memories it brings back)

Be real still and you can smell the scent of summer..
That wonderful warm feel to the air..
Makes a person feel a lot less glummer ..

The scent of flowering trees and flowers permeates my surrounding..
As I lay in the grass, 
Gazing up at the blue stained sky above ... 
So absolutely astounding..

I think back on the days of my childhood..
When my best friend was my brother..
We played and chased;
giggled and laughed ;
Climbed the front yard tree,
No one else,
just him and me, 
Together..

Times were  much simpler
back then..
We could wonder about without fear..
So innocent and carefree..
Our guardian angel very close and tangibly
near ..

Play tag with the kids
next door...
Run to the corner grocery
store..
Buy penny candy and bubblegum, 
We'd sit on the porch step, 
Fight and bicker over some..
We always wanted
More..

Way back in time..
On those warm summer days..
We'd walk a couple blocks..
To a ravine we called 
"The Cooley"..
We would build a fort, 
My brother and I ..
A refuge from the world..
Together, built by four small hands..
Our Castle.. we built so
securely..

We would drift away on a cloud
of wonder..
Just my brother and I..
Two small souls, in fantasy
built free from any
blunder..

At night, while laying in our beds..
We'd reminisce our day..
Start strategically plan 
the next ..
We would imagine where it would
take us..
Our next adventure,
And where it led ..

To run and play, 
Lay in the grass,
Pick the wild fragrant
 blue buttons..
The summer always went by
too fast..

Our little tanned bodies
Kissed by the warm 
summer sun..
Under God's sky, 
We danced and
Sang..
Til summer days were 
done..

Those sweet childhood memories
are just a few
 of summers long ago..
Seared indelibly in my mind,
Just for me to bring back..
To ponder and partake..
Vivid and clear ..like they were yesterday ..
My mind says it's
so..

I can never, nor will I ever, forget my memories..
Still a thought away and close.. 
About me and my brother..
As I feel the soft summers breeze..
 


Dedicated to my brother
Doug..
I shall always remember our childhood and our adventures
"Beyond the Realm"..

LOVE LETTER TO MOTHERS

"LOVE YOU MORE"..

A mothers love is hard to 
explain ..
It overpower's sadness , it over shadow's pain..

With this Love,
She gives her child..
It keeps them save 
and reconciled..

So sweet and pure,
Her Love endures ..
Her Love can open 
Heaven's doors..

No gold or money
can buy this 
Love.. 
It is perfection like
The stars 
above ..

A Mother's love is
 a warm spring day..
It warms the chill
 from the winter's
 long stay..

It feeds the hunger
 of emptiness, 
The lonely days 
That come to us..

Her strength defiant against
All that is hers..
Her children, her home,
They all come
First..

She corrects, challenges and
always chastises ..
She cooks, cleans, keeps the check book 
Balanced..

She wears a shield of armor to protect her brood..
Against bullies, liars, cheaters
and crooks..

She teaches kindness, servitude,
a loving heart.
Her lessons remembered,
Never to depart..

There is no greater
 Love than hers..
She warms our hearts
Our conscious stirs.. 

When it is said.. "MOM,
I LOVE YOU", first..
Her response is 
Quick and 
is well
rehearsed.. 
 
Her eyes light up as she recites
these words:

"I LOVE YOU MORE"

VENUES, VERSES, HIS VICTORY

VENUES, VERSES, HIS VICTORY...

Writing verses line by line, page after page..
So spiritually therapeutic, as
I write and engage..

I am intertwined with God's Spirit as I write down our
intimate connection..
His Spirit calls to mine, speaks clearly without vile earthly
interruption ..

Trials of my life, sadness of my heart, so I desperately seek..
Through this spiritual connection as I write and I pray..
He always speaks..

My troubled Spirit is burdened and He knows my aching heart..
as I write down each sentence.
He waits to impart..

His Wisdom, His Love, His Power and His Grace..
Satisfy my yearnings, He quietly
listens as I seek His face..

It is then I partake of His blessing, so pure..
Our meeting in session is ever
so true ..

Dear God, as I seek another day with You near..
Hear my prayers..My heart heavily burdened,
My words so unclear..

His reassurance, His temperance, has cleaned my poetic slate..
To start anew, a fresh encounter, as He opens his eternal gate..

Words flow like a rippling river with it's water so
refreshing and sure..
The communion we share is beautifully pure..

I am one with my Master as He
Leads with His Spirit ..
The encounter is sweet and my words now complete because I hear it..

I ask that You continue to help me on this journey I have chosen to take..
The Spiritual victories and battles of life as I share and recreate..

Without You I am nothing, just a shell of a woman ..
With You I am whole and a complete spirit
filled human..

I am honored to share the words I held so long deep inside..
Now freely expressed and these spiritual words that
no longer subside..

I thank you dear Jesus,
I am forever in your debt..
For my salvation and this gift You have given..
I could have continued
and slept..







Patsy McNutt Morgan

Beautful Skies I See .. Broken Hearts They Feel

I look up and I see God's beautiful blue
sky..
When knowing across the our land, others cry..

Devastation brought by tornadoes  that swept through  entire
Towns...
Leaving behind twisted metal, stripped uprooted  trees..
Homes blown apart by a brutal
Violent blackened vortex loud screams ..

Their tortured stunned faces as they seek refuge in each others
Grief..
Wondering if they will rebuild again or if they will ever find
Peace..

Supernatural forces at their worse..
Many wondering , "Is this God's revenge and rage against his creation"?

Where once was neighborhoods and streets ..
Lay match sticks remnants with lives left destitute , near
Defeat..

Lift your voice in prayer to our sovereign God of mercy..
Pray like never before, then lift a hand of purpose for those in pain, lose, with heartfelt sincerity..

Tears wept as I hear their words of sorrow and loss..
Their face filled with shock as they look around to their belongings strewn and tossed..

God hears and knows each fear and heartbreak ..
We must never lose touch or feel bitterness..
For He hears from heaven as each tearful prayer He takes..

It is in this utter feeling of loss and desperation ..
When we are completely broken,
Lost, feeling no hope in our
Situation..

It is then we lift what is left,  reach out, grab tight to His ever loving hand..
Asking for His strength, His help,
His omnipotent power so grand..

God have mercy on these your people, as they face the undaunted task..
To bury their loved ones, rebuild their homes and try and not be fixated or tormented by their sadness and past..

Give them grace to face their future with added renewed faith
and strength ..
For without You .. The task is great, the burden heavy, and their endeavor will be fruitless
And they will sink ..

Praising Him now as you renew our broken spirits..
For we cannot start anew and feel our lives progress..
If we don't open our hearts, let God brand and sear it!

I am praising God for his mercy faithfulness and Grace..
To touch those in another town, across our great land, in another place..

ADVENTURE BEYOND YOUR DOORSEP..

ADVENTURE JUST BEYOND YOUR DOORSTEP..

Step outside your doorstep and see what you you can see..
A land of opportunity, a sea
of flowers and trees..

Don't take this beauty for granted..
Don't say, "Ya, it was what I
planted"..

Smell the air, feel the grass,
Take a walk..
Put your senses on alert and let them speak and talk..

Vast rolling plains of God's green earth..
His majestic mountains high since it's birth..

A  chilling thrill to view the Eagle ..
It's wings spread floating, soaring,
It is so regal..

To come across a herd of mustang horses..
Untamed and wild, hoofs pounding with mighty forces..

To view and hear a babbling brook  ..
As it courses through a
Forest's nook..

To see the the blueness of the sky above..
With white fluffy clouds, floating like a dove..

Animal and creatures we have to enjoy..
Great and small .. Much better than any man made
Toy..

So step outside your doorstep,
My  friend..
Look at what we have in this glorious land..

Don't waste another day, I say to you.
It makes no difference if you are limited too!

Just open your door let  fresh air blow in your
Face!!
It is so refreshing, I make my case..

Don't let your limitations slow you down..
Open your door and  feel the air..
I promise you will not frown..

Sometimes the simple pleasures in life..
Can bring great blessing, takes away your strife..

So pray a prayer of supplication...
To be alive and thank the Lord
For His entire
Creation..




Patsy McNutt Morgan

to my daughters..NATALIE SHANNON AND KENDRA

FYI:
THE POEM I WROTE FOR YOU THREE ON MOTHERS DAY IS GETTING SEVERAL HITS ON NETHUGS.COM
"AIN'T THAT COOL" !!
LOVE, KISSES AND WARM HUGS,
MOM

ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY

ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY

As I was walking down the hill today..
I saw an "ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY" it seemed it wanted
To play..

So tiny, even with wings spread
In flight..
I thought. Must be a new grasshopper,
My first to sight..

As the butterfly landed on a nearby bush..
I stopped to take a better
Look..

It fluttered it's ting wings
A bit..
Then it was still, it's wings expanded as if to purposefully sit..

"Look how pretty and colorful I am".. As if to say..
With it's orange, black and yellow wings spread and on
display..

I truly marveled at this tiny seductive little 
Thing..
So colorful in it's beauty, I so enjoyed this late day in
spring..

It flew around me as I
continued down the hill..
It was then I noticed several
more had joined flying, yet
some were uncommonly
still..

Such gorgeous little creatures I thought to myself..
Thanking our Creator, the Master, our God,
Himself..

Many simple pleasures for me I would have missed and
enjoyed
If that ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY it antics, had not
employed..

It fluttered it's way into my heart..
It wanted me to notice right from the
Start..

I would have missed it's beauty
Too..
If "it" hadn't persisted as it fluttered
and flew..

I finally took time to gaze at it's
Masterful Glory..
This "ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY"
it's colorful winged beautiful
Story..

A group of butterflies followed me now  down the hill..
They paraded around me with such intent and skill..

They soon  departed, to seek another, just like me..
Blissfully ignorant and unaware of what  they are about
To see ..
This "ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY"
so tiny, so gorgeous, so full of
Glee..








Patsy McNutt Morgan

PINCH ME

Pinch Me..

Pinch me please.. Is my life for real ??
Am I in a dream or is this life the REAL DEAL ??

Happy and content.. Healthy and strong..
Beautiful six grown kids and several grandkids to tag
Along ..

A wonderful marriage of 40 plus years to Larry..
Some say it would not last.. Fooled them.. I'll continue to tarry..

So many years of hardship we endured..
We stuck it out.. Now we are happy for sure..

I believe most people would have given up with everything
In our past..
But not us.. We fought through each hardship and difficulty
To make it last ..

I feel sorry for people when they give up so easily on
Each other..
After each hurdle and mountain
We climbed ..
We became much stronger and  closer..I am so glad we
Bothered..

I cannot imagine my life without my husband and Life's
Partner, Larry..
We shouldered and grew with each burden we carried..

We also didn't have perfect children as they grew up..
Each one was a challenge ,
But we never gave up ..

They all turned out well..
All six, I can assure as I tell..

They may not be Dr's or Lawyers
In this life, but who cares..
I'm proud of them all .. They are successful I say as I share..

Life is not always a bed of roses
I'm here to proclaim..
In that bed are thorns, it's true
But I'm not ashamed ..

It's the thorns that made us stronger with each tribulation and trial..
And the faith and prayers I lifted, for that was my style..

I prayed and I cried to the Lord with each situation ..
I left it to Him to tend and help for they were His creation..

He is not done with us either, I know that for certain..
Not til the day he draws my final life's curtain..

"Trust and Obey" .. I am still learning this lesson..
I am grateful and happy for I believe I have His blessing..

Thank You for each one of your answers I've heard..
I know and I hear you, for I am secured..
I know You and feel you and know I am yours..


I am surrounded by your presence each day and night ..
Regardless of my circumstances
Of my earthly plight..

Thank you for watching over me and giving me this family..
May I always remember and praise you forever in this life or facsimile ..





Patsy McNutt Morgan

WHEN FEAR IS CONQUERED

WHEN FEAR BRINGS VICTORY

Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night..
Thinking of what you said or did and feeling unatural fright?

Asking yourself and God ..
"What have I done or
said today that was so
Displeasing..
Out of my mouth or written
Word, left a friend gasping,
Not breathing ..

I toss and turn with this guilt
And fear..
It is now becoming abundantly   clear..

Was I being careful to be silenced when I should
have said more ?
Did I say too much and hurt that  person to the core?

Do I write my words with haste
without thinking it through ??
Do I try too hard to impress and less time to let thoughts brew??

Dear God, My regrets and fears are worse in the darkness of the night .,
It is then I sense the curse, and it is then I feel that
Fright..
My sins are brought to me like a picture on wall..
Showing me exactly where I stumbled ..unkindness I recall

"God, forgive me" !! my inner voice cries out in fear..
"I have not been truthful, not humble or sincere"..
"I should have stopped and prayed before I said or jeered"..

Now this black cold night, is shouting my words back at me..
Feeling cursed, wrong and guilty, the doubt that seeps in completely..

Maybe it is then God can finally reach and teach me..
To wake me up in the dead of night..to make me face the words
I've spoken or wrote so curtly..

His voice saying to me in the stillness of the dark
black night..
"Learn to be more kind"..
"Love each one you meet"..
"Reach out by words and
Deeds"
Honor your neighbor and see their plight..

"To teach and touch your spirit,
You seem to hear me best..
When I wake you,  from your slumbered rest"..


His written words are brought to mind in the morning as I rise:


"LET THE WORDS OF MY MOUTH AND THE MEDITATIONS OF MY HEART BE ACCEPTABLE IN THY SIGHT,
MY ROCK AND MY REDEEMER"..
PSALMS 19:14



Patsy McNutt Morgan

THE MESSAGE

THE MESSAGE

I got a call from
God today..
It seems He had a message
To convey..
" Are you busy, I'd like to take some time with you".
Stunned .. "Of Course", I said
As looked down and away.

"I've missed you lately at our meeting place"..
"Where we so often communed
And interfaced"..

"I've been busy", I said "running here and running  there"..
"God, you understand, you see how it is" !!
I said in despair ..

" Oh, I know exactly how it can be" ..his voice quiet, very
Disconcerting ..

"But this one thing I must let you know"..
"Regardless where your life takes you, or where
you go"..

"Do not forsake or break this precious time"..
"When you and I speak, you allow me to guide in times perfect prime..

"Your life is busy, I know this is true"..
"But you need me beside you, to see you through"..

The message was clear as He looked on my  face..
"I will see and speak to you again..
"In our meeting place"..

"Yes, Jesus", I said with a tear
on my cheek..
"I will meet you tomorrow,
Where you and I can speak"..

So I pass this message from God,
Always Take time and pray..
He'll give you strength as you 
go through your day..

If life has become so hard and you feel you have lost your way..
Just remember this ..
He is waiting to intercede as you seek and you pray..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

SIMPLE PLEASURES

SIMPLE PLEASURES..

It is the simple pleasures in life that hold me spellbound ..
Like the clean fresh breeze after a summer's thunderous rain cloud...

A sound of the Meadowlark's
Sweet song..
Oh how I wish I could hear it all the
the day long...

The touch and the gaze of my Loves tenderness..
As we simply sit and watch the sunset's sweet caress..

The sight from top of the mountain's expansive view..
The sound of the surf as it pounds the shore after a storm
the night through..

So many sights, sounds and feelings, touches this heart of mine..
I am once again reminded of my Creator, his majesty at work, so sublime ..

Takes just a moment to realize that God  had a plan..
To create a world so immense, full of beauty, for our pleasure, if you can..

Instead we take for granted God's creation and live the daily grind..
Slow down, look at the world around you, the beauty so
magnificent and fine..

Stop for a brief moment, listen closely, hear the birds as they
Sing..
There is nothing quite like it, a gift so precious .. Takes my breath every spring..

Thank You God.. For you majesty and beauty..
Your sweeping hand across the earth  when you created it, is so gorgeous..
Absolutely!!


Patsy McNutt Morgan

MY SOUL SINGS

MY SOUL SINGS

My soul sings with praise and adulation..
Forgiveness asked, received..
No strings or bitter consideration..

First I  pray for God's intervention,
Seeking his wisdom and supplication ..

For without His wisdom Loving hand upon us..
It would be a fruitless human
Interaction..

Heartfelt prayers, my soul did cry..
God, make things right.. I plead and sighed..

For only You can intercede..
My soul is burdened , my pain so deep..

My Spirit lifted, I feel Him near..
His loving arms surround me, no longer do I fear..

Bright pure light of loving kindness..
No dark of sin, despair or blackness..

Forgiveness shared, two souls with gladness..
Happiness reigns.. no longer
sadness..

My soul sings now as I praise The Father..
From sadness and gloom ..
No longer bothered..

So never negate the Power of Prayer..
As I supplicate and whisper ..
He waits to care..

If we try on our own volition ..
It is a empty  shallow proposition ..

So seek the Lord every day and night..
His Love  He promises will be your guiding Light..

Thank You Lord, I Love You So..
Your path I'll travel as you guide and show..
Never will I stray .. Or look away..
My hand You take as I walk and pray..


  






Patsy McNutt Morgan

TO NATALIE, SHANNON AND KENDRA.."HAPPY MOTHERS DAY'..

To Natalie , Shannon and      
       And Kendra ..
"HAPPY MOTHERS DAY"

To my precious daughters and three of my best friends in the world..
Since you were my little girls, my life's been a whirl!

You brought sunshine, beauty , laughter and tears..
I would not change a thing..  I am without fear..

All of you have tested troubled waters..
But a have risen from the ashes without blame or falter..

All have children now of your own..
And such honor, love and goodness, the three of you have
shown..

You are wonderful Mothers, Wifes and daughters..
You bestow every attribute , praise, and blessing..
I couldn't be prouder..

My world is complete and so much brighter,
My burdens are gone and the load is lighter...

So enjoy this Mother's day, my precious ones ..
Natalie, Shannon and Kendra..
Sit back, relax and have some fun..

You all three deserve this special day..
You are all wonderful Mothers, each one..
So be blessed, reflect , and enjoy today!!

I LOVE YOU NATALIE, SHANNON AND KENDRA,

Mom

GIFTS UNTOLD

Gifts Untold..

God has reached deep down inside me..
Saying, "You have a gift, use it, I will guide thee"..

Sometimes, like now, my heart is overflowing..
Feeling His presence, His Love,
His power, His Spirit
Glowing..

I didn't know how or what He wanted of me..
The yearnings and restlessness  of my spirit waking,
Is now free..

My years of hardship and tears with each situation...
I knew he was a whisper away...
My salvation..

My poetry brings me to the presence of my Lord..
His Love and compassion is my striking cord..

He sits here beside me as I write..
Bringing His affirmation and concerted light..

I have forgotten, til now, the pleasure of His grace,
His tender soothing penetrating
And loving spirit I embrace..

So I will continue this journey with Jesus..
To unite with me in literary verses...

No one, no entity, no other I seek to pleasure..
Just my Master and me, together we are alone in this endeavor..

I share my gifts as He encourages me to do..
To reach and bless , I do hope it is so..

I've already learned lesson number one..
This is my solace sacred
private time with God's
Son..

So I am happy and blessed if there is few that view and partake..
For it's more for me to visit, touch and commune with my Lord and Master after I wake ..

As God's radiant light in each morning I anticipate .
I wakened early, at dawn's early light..
To sit with Jesus, His spirit..
And mine alone to begin
together ..
So His words of Love and insight
I give flight ..


Patsy McNutt Morgan

CLIMBING BADGER MOUNTAIN

Climbing Badger Mountain

For that last two days I climbed this hill..
It's springtime glory with each green crevasse fill.
.
The wind blows  fluffy white clouds In the heavens sky.
As I climbed and watched them floating  by..

As I stood on it's mountains top..
I revered the beauty of the  earth's growing crop..

Yet on one side population crawled ..
Like matchbox cars and buildings
sprawled..

This mountain taller than most
dotted across the land ..
As I viewed the vast urban and agricultural span..

Roads and trails look like ribbons
across the massive view...
To carry it's passengers of man and creatures too..

The song of the Meadowlark
Heard loud and clear..
Thrills my soul for I love
To hear..

You will never hear this bird's symphonic song..
Inside the streets or sidewalks
Below and long..

For it loves the rural country-
side ..
To sing it's song with so much pride..

This mountain called Badger named of the critter that has inhibited these parts..
For thousands maybe millions of years of this mountain earths start..

I love this beautiful mountain and all it's glory..
It holds within it's vast and gorgeous story..

The trails were built by men who loved it too..
So all can enjoy it's tales and vast expansive view..

So I will climb and love this hillside trail..
For each time I do there's a new sight to tell..
The sagebrush scent, the tiny wildflower for just awhile
I see..
And green velvet tint til summer sun turn grass brown to be..

It doesn't matter the color or arid climate weather be..
It is the mountain and it's grandeur that sets my spirit free..

So climb I must this Badger Mountainside..
Either dawn or dusk or midday
it matters not..
I'll tread to top and descend
With certain pride..






Patsy McNutt Morgan

I SAW A ROBIN TODAY

 Saw a Robin Today

I saw a Robin today..
Chest of auburn; pumped up, looking intently for her prey..

Her head turned to the side
keenly looking to the ground for that worm..
She was so cunning, so busy as she bounced and bobbed and turned..

Always looking for an encounter of another Robin too..
To steal and forage her site she has chosen carefully
to ensue..

Quickly her beak hits the moist green mowed grass.
As sudden as that .. Amazing, it was so Fast..

Home.. She the Robin, to the nest she returns..
To her  opened mouth babies to feed she regured..

Each one a morsel from her gullet she instinctively feeds..
Her babies so high on a branch in the neighbors maple tree..

Not long thereafter I heard The Robin's evening song..
Her melodious music for this day almost gone ..

I am so thrilled of this sight and this sound of this one Robin's
Story..
I saw a Robin Today and all Her
Magical Glory..



Patsy McNutt Morgan

FRIENDSHIPS: MEMORIES UNTOUCHED BY YEARS..

Friendships:  memories untouched by years

I close my eyes and there they  all are ..
My childhood  friends, still young without life's scars..

Fresh bright faces full of life and smiles..
Untouched by years of now uphill miles ..

How my sight is uncluttered by age..
Of those younger lives, eager to take on fate..

Dancing and chasing those first loves of ours.,
Breaking their hearts, leaving untold scars..

Oh we had it all , that ol' gang of ours ..
That's what we called ourselves, We were the stars!!

We took on school, fashion and life..
We had no sadness, hardship or strife..

Life was so simple back then when we were young..
We never missed a beat as we sang our prideful song.,

I close my eyes, and I still see those fresh faces..
So naive and cute and full of
natural graces..

We had it all and never missed a beat.,
Never knew battle that took others by defeat..

We just loved and laughed and left a trail of happiness..
Down our youthful road, none of life ruts or crevasses..

We were bonded together from the first day we met..
Those friends of mine our friendships solid and set..

I close my eyes and they are still there..
My lifelong friends never forgotten, I still care..

I will always cherish those friends of years gone by..
For I think of them still and I start to cry..

Years have been kind to each and everyone of you..
We shared some sadness and casualties, yes it is true..

We all still hold tight to each others hearts..
Never forgetting how we were bonded right from the start..

We get together from time to time..
Laugh and linger on those childhood memories sublime..

They still  hold a place in my heart.. that ol' gang of mine..
I just close my eyes and remember those younger times..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
04/27/11

This is for "The Ol' Gang"..
Nancy, Candy, Janet, Mary,
Mary Jane, Sue, Pat, and Patsy




Patsy McNutt Morgan

MY SMALL TOWN

My Small Town..

I am from a small obscure town..
Oh, I've been snickered at and put down..

But I am happy and blessed from whence I came..
No regrets, no real sadness just pure gladness, I proudly claim..

When I was young, had not a care in the world..
You would find me sitting on my porch step, watching life, as I knew it, so pure.

Carefree and simple are the words that come to mind..
When thinking back , living in that small town of mine..

My first Love, sitting in his car out on the curb on main street..
Making out, steaming up the windows in his old tan ford..
We weren't very discreet..

My mothers flashing the porch light.. My clue to come in from that car..
She was afraid of what the neighbors might think and how they would gossip..
"OH MY STARS"..

My friends would come by and we would sit on that porch step waiting for who knows what..
But sit we did, giggling and laughing.. Because we were
"ALL THAT"..

If we needed to go somewhere in that small town..
We'd walk.. Mile or block and didn't complain or frown..

As small town are, and ours wasn't any different..
Tongues wagged and gossip moved like a river's current..

But, I was young and really didn't care what the old ladies said ..
I was happy and glad to give a morsel for those old coots to chew on and be
fed..

Oh! Don't get me wrong.. I was not  a bad girl.. Not that kind or sort..
But it usually didn't take much to get the rumor mill started..
It was what they could conjure up and contort..

My small town still gives me happiness as I think back and remember..
The simple fun and laughter I had as I grew up..
When life was a dream as my memories I surrender ..

So once in awhile as I sit on my front step, I recall the old days..
When my family and friends would gather in our old front yard, and watch  our whole world pass..

AND WE WOULD WAVE...



Patsy McNutt Morgan

MY LEGACY OF LOVE...

I have no riches, no gold,
no mansions on a hilltop,
I've written my soul,
There was no way I could stop ..

My words I pour out from
 these thoughts deep inside me..
My thoughts are my gifts,
  to cherish, to keep ..

Remembering how I rocked
and cuddled you to sleep..
In that big rocking chair
in my bedroom I still keep..

Through hard times and bad
we went through so much..
We squabbled and fought
 like a family out of touch..

But in the end through all
those turmoils and strife..
We knew in reality it was
 what we called Life..

So read my dear children..
Read my words I have written ..
They are my Legacy of Love,
These words I've submitted...

I know you may cry
 as you read on this page..
I am no marvel, no beauty , nor
am I a sage..

I'm just your Mother,
my Love is immense..
It is hard to describe,
 not in  dollar or cents..

No house is too big,
not the  land that it's on..
Can begin or compare to
 this mothers  Love  song..

You were the beginning,
the  end of my life as I knew ..
My riches, my treasures,
 my loves,  as you grew..

So don't be sad when I'm gone,
my children, dear ones..
I'll be right there beside you,
as you read ALL my poems ..


Patsy McNutt Morgan

BIKING TO HEAVEN

BIKING TO HEAVEN..

If I could do just one
 little thing..
I would bicycle to
heaven, one summer or spring..
To visit my mother ,
my brother, my dad..
To see how they are doing,
to make me feel glad..
To see their faces
all shiny and bright..
To look at their splendor..
Oh , what a Sight !!
God 's made them all
happy with His heavenly glow..
Together forever with His
 love they do know..
I can only imagine as
I bike on this earth,
to visit my family
on God's celestial turf..
Biking to heaven would be
my ultimate pleasure..
To see family and friends,
where we'll all live forever ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
Rewritten 08/06/25

ROCKED SANG AND PRAYED

ROCKED SANG AND PRAYED

I have an old rocking chair in
My bedroom..
A chair I rocked, sang and prayed from night and
Noon..
My children fevered brows and listless bodies slept..
My arms of Love in earnest
Kept ..
Soft songs of praise and hymns
With fervent prayers..
That God's heart I've touched with tears, He cares..
My spirit one with sickened child
At my breast..
With God so close.. His touch,
His Spirit entrenched..
Our bonded souls lifted to a higher plain..
His presence  real as I reach out
I feel no blame..
Just pure and untainted fearless calm..
He wraps the child with His healing balm..
There was and is no better place..
As I rocked and sang "Amazing Grace"..
My child lay rested and safe from harm ..
I placed within my Masters
Arms..
Save and secure, my faith
Renewed..
I search no more, my spirit
Viewed..
A taste of heaven's pure holy
Place..
My child rests as I  seek His face..

Those were memories I've kept in store..
The times I rocked and sang at heavens door..
He came to meet me with child I
Cried..
"Dear Jesus Heal and bless this
Child"..
He always answered with His "Still small voice"..
"I am here and I hear your every  prayer"
"Rest now mother" as He touched and cared..
"This child I Love more than even you"..
"I've come to heal and rescue, it is true"..
"For tomorrow will bring a bright new dawn"..
The fevered brow is miraculously
Gone..
Bright red cheeks are pale
again..
The child's broad smile and strength begins ..
With laughter and spirit refreshed within..

"Thank you Jesus".. I whisper and said out loud..
My faith remains forever
Proud..

I am now older and My children grown..
Their own children they have now
Bestowed..
I hope they remember those precious scenes..
Where we met and touched God's
Presence gleams ..
Wasn't it just yesterday I Sang Rocked and prayed..
When He came and met me,
I was not afraid..




Patsy McNutt Morgan

EVIL WAS SERVED TODAY * 05/01/11

Today evil was served..
The dark man died and the righteous preserved..

If for just a swift moment in time we Hail!!
"Evil was served today"..

The dark man was elusive for nearly ten years..
Hiding in caves while the world 
waited and trembled in fear ..

Commanding his Jihadist to kill and to mame..
Innocent people dieing, in his god's name..

I can not fathom his thoughts, 
he ruled with destruction and
Pain..
But one thing is certain and is now a known fact ..
"Evil was served today".. 

For a moment the world sighed a collective sigh of relief..
He is gone and will face God now, that is my belief..

He was evil incarnate as he ruled  with his terrorists
He tried and he would have loved to bury us..

So today, "We the People".. 
Rejoice and are happy..
The dark man is gone.. He no longer holds our hearts captive..

The earth has less evil, if for only a brief time. ..
 Let God's fury on evil, glimmer and shine...

"EVIL WAS SERVED TODAY"...




Patsy McNutt Morgan

Our Imperfections

I saw a video of a woman who had just lost her spouse .. 
She spoke of his imperfections,  he was not perfect, but not exactly a louse..

She spoke of his snoring, so loud while he lay sleeping beside her..
So loud and disturbing .. Shook the rafters .. It was such a curse.. 

As he lay dying, his breathing was labored..
She realized one thing as she now wished and savored..

No longer will I hear him beside me..
No sight or vision of him will there be..

She weeps now as she recalls those times of distress.. 
"I'll take his imperfections".. And wished she could see his face..

So remember, my children, when you speak evil of one another..
We live by grace and you must honor each other..

Take your bitter, unkind words to the Father..
Let him deal with you and your feelings.. He wants to be 
bothered..

There is a day we all face when your spouse may be gone.. 
You will be like this woman who mourns her husband.. His imperfections are 
done..

Learn to praise and thank God for each other..
The more you do this, you will be blessed by our heavenly Father..

We sometimes have to be dealt with harsh simple truth..
To open our eyes and realize we have become so uncouth..

So speak sweetly when you speak of each other..
God will bless and keep you .. I pray this prayer.. His Love, and for His 
Sovereign cover..

Mom



Patsy McNutt Morgan