Today I pottered in the garden,
And then I
had the time to write.
I got some
coffee and read an email
A
friend sent me in the night.
Today I
had spare time,
You'd think
that I'd be glad,
But within
the solitude,
I have with
God....
Sometimes I
feel a little sad.
You see the
days of giggles,
they have
gone
The cute
faces, the recording of their song
Once there
was cubbies and blocks on the floor
Now they
study,
or scurry
out the door.
One of the
things this mother misses
Is babies
in the trolley
With all the
cuddles and the kisses
So when I
hear mums getting cross
I say enjoy
your treasure...... one day you'll feel the
loss
I just look
at all the cute toys now,
Remembering.... how I'd buy a treat,
A coloring
book, a fairy tale,
Or a
strawberry shortcake sweet.
All the
nights of reading,
tables,
projects, sums
The
running races, cheering with the other mums
Best was
holiday fun, a cozy cottage all our own
Finding
special nooks and shells,
forests tall
and paths unknown
Then there
was the teenage years,
When we
worked on projects making,
Fun in the
garden or Bible stories,
Puppets,
parties and all the baking.
One day the
house will overflow once more-
Grandies
everywhere,
such blossoms from our four.
This is but a
little lull, before the storm of blessing,
So I shall be
thankful.....
for this
peaceful resting.
Life rolls
over, with kaleidoscope of season,
There's the
spring of youth,
for
searching out life's reason.
Then comes
summer, with the bloom of life, so rich
So much
energy,
As the
babies come, we find our niche.
Suddenly,
they've grown,
Uniquely resplendent in Autumn color tone-
They slip
from the tree, one by one, to build their home
All goes
still...
As quiet
winter, strengthens, the inner core
Reflecting....... until the bloom of spring
comes around
once more.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
©
2003 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
