Poetry Archives

What Does One Vote Count?

Safe Harbor

Memorial Day

The Ideal Dad

The Cost of Liberty

The Power Of One

Then Cometh Harvest

Lessons In the School of Grace

In Everything Give Thanks

I Remember Christmas The Way It Used To Be

This Could Be The Year

No Greater Love

A Skeptic Views the Resurrection

My Mother's Legacy

Don't Just Buy a Poppy; Lend a Hand!

An Un-Sung Hero

The Truth That Shall Make Us Free!

Justice For Caylee

Summers On The Farm

Where Is The America?

The Preacher

Heaven's Troops Are Coming Home

In The Shadow of the Cross

THE POET'S CORNER

A TRIBUTE TO MOTHER

When it comes to enriching and blessing your life
With beauty and joy, there’s no other,
Who works so devotedly, gives so unselfishly,
Or, loves so completely as Mother.

She builds up our confidence, shares in our triumphs,
As only a Mother can do,
She fosters good values and lovingly nurtures
The faith that will carry us through.

There's always so much that needs her attention;
But never a doubt where she'll I start,
The other demands of the world have to wait,
For her family comes first in her heart.

There's no way to count all the hours she’s worked
With her hands and her heart to assure,
That we have a cozy and comfortable home
Where we can feel loved and secure.

We find ourselves asking where she finds the strength
And the motive to give without measure,
But she'll always insist it's a labor of love
And it brings her fulfillment and pleasure…

So here's to the Mothers whose labors of love
Have encouraged and guided and blessed
Of all the dear Mothers we honor today,
MOTHER, YOU'RE THE DEAREST AND BEST.

She lovingly teaches the lessons of life.
No problem's as bad as it seems,
And storm clouds are followed quite often by rainbows,
If we'll just hold on to our dreams.

(Unknown)

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WITHOUT MOTHER
By Marie Galbraith

"The lines of Marie Galbraith are full of pathos as they speak from heart to heart of the loneliness of the life and the emptiness of the home (without Mother)

“Something to think about, what if Mother were gone.” – Pastor Younce

"It’s awful lonesome at our house
It's just as quiet as a mouse"
(Without Mother.)

"And father looks so lonely there
Of evenings sitting in his chair:
It just ain't cheerful anywhere."
(Without Mother.)

"It's awful hard to get along
It seems that everything goes wrong."
(Without Mother.)

"Of course father does the best he can
But then, you know, he's just a man,
And don't know how to fix and plan,"
(/without Mother.)

"Seems like I don't enjoy my play
Things just get “worser” every day
(Without Mother.)

There's no one now to mend my doll,
Nobody's sorry when I fall
Oh, home just ain't no place at all.”
(Without Mother.)

"But; father says we must be brave
without Mother,
Cause him and me, we only have one another
(without Mother.)

"An if we're brave an strong and true
and trust in Christ, just like she told us to,
We'll go up to Heaven when life is through;
and be with Mother, ME AND YOU.