My mother went to Glory in Sept of 1983 and of course I still miss her very much. There are things I miss that I never realized about her until some time after she had departed this world. ..like hearing about her childhood experiences. ..like there are so many things I would love to ask her today. Some years ago I wrote a little poem about her. Here it is.
MOTHER
She had so much to say.
Her heart was full, and it was good:
Rich nostalgia, and revelation.
Past, present, and future, all
Interwoven by time.
I did not listen. ..I could not hear.
Now, times gone by
Are interwoven by eternity.
Her voiced, now silenced, rings softly.
I listen, ..and I hear.
She is still with me, in words
Not heard in days gone by,
Sound now clearly
Within my Heart.
Ruth Jenkins Taylor, in memory of my mother,
Lillie May Bailey Jenkins. April 20, 1908 - September 26, 1983
She had so much to say.
Her heart was full, and it was good:
Rich nostalgia, and revelation.
Past, present, and future, all
Interwoven by time.
I did not listen. ..I could not hear.
Now, times gone by
Are interwoven by eternity.
Her voiced, now silenced, rings softly.
I listen, ..and I hear.
She is still with me, in words
Not heard in days gone by,
Sound now clearly
Within my Heart.
Ruth Jenkins Taylor, in memory of my mother,
Lillie May Bailey Jenkins. April 20, 1908 - September 26, 1983
My Child
So much a part of my soul
You were born from my heart
We talked...before you were born
As I went through my days...waiting for you
in My tiny world...our tiny world
Though time and distance
May keep us apart, there will always be
A private world we share.
I nursed you through
Childhood diseases, hurts, and bruises
Then you opened up your small arms
And nursed me through a broken heart.
You are a son
In the finest sense of the word.
Sometimes you stumbled, and your way was hard.
I wish my arms had been
A little stronger to do the guiding,
But there is no way an earthly love
Could be stronger than that I have for you.
And I Believe in You...Believe in Yourself,
My son....with the beautiful soul.
@Elizabeth Ann Peoples
I
So much a part of my soul
You were born from my heart
We talked...before you were born
As I went through my days...waiting for you
in My tiny world...our tiny world
Though time and distance
May keep us apart, there will always be
A private world we share.
I nursed you through
Childhood diseases, hurts, and bruises
Then you opened up your small arms
And nursed me through a broken heart.
You are a son
In the finest sense of the word.
Sometimes you stumbled, and your way was hard.
I wish my arms had been
A little stronger to do the guiding,
But there is no way an earthly love
Could be stronger than that I have for you.
And I Believe in You...Believe in Yourself,
My son....with the beautiful soul.
@Elizabeth Ann Peoples
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An attempt to show the dichotomy of hope and sacrifice as shown
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DOD photographers. A photo compilation of our military interacting with
the youth and the Sacrifices of Third Batallion Fifth Marine Regiment.
DOD photographers. A photo compilation of our military interacting with
the youth and the Sacrifices of Third Batallion Fifth Marine Regiment.
It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God's design,
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
The flower God opens so sweetly
In my hands would fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day;
And I'll look to Him for His guidance
Each step on the pilgrim way.
For the pathway that lies before me
My Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments
Just as He unfolds the rose.
Only a word may leave a sting
To wound a kind and loving heart,
It may be but a trifling thing
That cuts as deeply as a dart.
Only a word may stir up strife
And quickly cause a bitter hate:
The deepest sorrow make for life,
Then may repentance come too late.
Only a word may be a ray
Of sunshine in some dismal room,
And help to brighten many a day
Which would be spent in gloom.
Unknown.
To wound a kind and loving heart,
It may be but a trifling thing
That cuts as deeply as a dart.
Only a word may stir up strife
And quickly cause a bitter hate:
The deepest sorrow make for life,
Then may repentance come too late.
Only a word may be a ray
Of sunshine in some dismal room,
And help to brighten many a day
Which would be spent in gloom.
Unknown.
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Ruth J Taylor said:
Thank you so much for your comment Patti!! I can't tell you how happy I am to hear from you.... read more
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[this is good]I love this poem, it describes how I feel about my own son so perfectly. Thank you for sharing this. read more
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Thank you so much, my precious Friend.!! Elizabeth Ann is my daughter. and Yes.!! I Love that Word Forever.!! And... read more
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