One Day

The days are long
but the years are
short

When you
raising a
family.

The days
are full of
aggravations,

The years
are full of
joy.

But it is
all good
and

It will all
be missed

one day.

 

If I Were a Garden Gnome

My kids all made me something for my birthday. They were all special and sweet.

This poem from my oldest daughter brought tears to my eyes.

Noelle's Poem

I’m glad your my dad,
I love you so much,
Sorry sometimes I’m bad,
but then you give a special touch.

I’m glad your my dad,
everything is gonna be ok,
even tho sometimes you seem mad,
you brighten up my day.

I’m so glad you adopted me,
And brought me into your home,
I love you so much
even if you were a garden gnome.

Because I have five kids, it  would be virtually impossible to keep everything they draw, write, or paint.

This one, though, is definitely a keeper–even if we might need to work on the difference between your and you’re.

After all, it’s not every day a person promises to love you even if you were a garden gnome.

What is a gift you have been given that you deeply cherish (other than salvation)?

About Home

To keep fighting and
going and marching,
he thinks about home.

Home, across the water,
is a continual reminder
of what will be.

When the war is over
and the battles cease he
knows what awaits him.

Rest will replace work,
peace will replace strife,
healing will replace pain.

While he waits he keeps
fighting, going, marching
and thinking

About home.

 

Time Is Up

Time is up,
his daughter
leaves promising
to return.

He’s laboring
hard  to stay
around for her
and her son.

After days and
weeks he can
no longer keep
up the fight.

She tells him
that he can go,
that they will
be just fine.

Time is up,
his breathing
stops and he
takes flight.

Ending the Pain

He surveys his life and wonders
when the disappointments will end,
if the disappointments will end.

There was a time when he could
handle them; a time before anyone
else was around to be affected.

Now, they are hurting.
Silently, deeply
hurting.

His wife,
their kids,
hurting.

Another disappointment is on
the horizon, threatening to take
away his last thread of hope.

In the top of his closet there
is something that can
end the pain.

He grabs it,
pulls it down,
and uses it.

Not a gun with
bullets to pierce
his flesh.

A Bible with
words to pierce
his heart.