Poems & Selections

My Mother An Angel

Once upon a time an angel held my hand,
She wiped away my tears and helped me understand.
Our time on earth is brief, there’s lessons to be learned,
Each precious day God gives us another page is turned.
Every chapter full of memories, times of joy and tears,
Triumphs and defeats, through every passing year.
She loved us unconditionally, always by our side,
When no one else would listen, in her we could confide.
With gentle words of wisdom she led us on our way,
Down the paths of righteousness if ever we did stray.
She saw the light in everyone and gave with no regrets,
Always from her heart let’s not forget.
Angels come in many forms, for me it is my mother,
With love I cannot say in words there’ll never be another.
Faith is what is hoped for, things we cannot see,
Heaven is promised to all of us if only we believe.

Birth is a beginning and death a destination And life is a journey: From childhood to maturity and youth to age; From innocence to awareness and ignorance to knowing; From foolishness to desecration and then perhaps to wisdom. From weakness to strength or from strength to weakness and often back again; From health to sickness […]
And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be any more. The former things have passed away.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
By Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.