Shirley's Pages - Page 10 - Shirley's Expressions Thru Poetry

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All my life I have loved writing poetry..as a child, I had impressions of persons, places and things,
that I didn't know what to do with until I discovered that I could write in rhyme, because..
I would THINK in rhyme! And so, here I am with a page of poetry that expresses
my thoughts on persons, places and things..

Nick and Shirley

Eternal blossoms

Roses for my love

To my husband, Nick, I wrote this in much tenderness and love....

Life with you, dear, has been just so fine
since the day that you became mine.

We had 'ups', and we've had some 'downs',
we had sour notes..yet made such good sounds!

I loved you then, and I love you still.
There's just one thing left for me to will.
That you might find the greatest love
which flows from Jesus..Lord God above.

If I had one wish for Sweetheart Day,
t'would be to hear you gently say,
"I love you more than I did then,
yet much more I love Jesus..my Eternal Friend".

The young heart..

AH, the broken heart of the..young love..once, perhaps your heart fit in here...
maybe during the 'war years'??

WAITING
I'm waiting for your letter, dear, with patience and worry unknown.
But his grief, this sorrow and lonliness is shared with you alone.
Each day I whisper a silent prayer, and hold my head up high,
And when I find I receive no mail, tears slowly fill my eyes.
But I guess I just can't doubt, dear, that you would be untrue,
And just because no letter came, should I stop loving you?
Maybe the war has made us part..has taken you away,
but why did God bring us together, if 'sweethearts' we weren't to stay?

Why..maybe now your letter is sailing across the deep blue sea!
Why..perhaps by tomorrow morning, it will be reaching me!!

The loving heart...

My beloved Mother

MY MOTHER WAS 90 WHEN SHE WENT HOME TO MEET HER LORD. THE IMPRESSIONS
THAT I HAD OF MY MOTHER AS A YOUNG CHILD, WAS OF HER ON HER KNEES IN
PRAYER...BECAUSE OF THIS, I TURNED MY LIFE OVER TO THE LORD AND SAVIOUR,
JESUS CHRIST. IS IT ANY WONDER THAT I WROTE THE FOLLOWING POEMS OF HER?
HOW FORTUNATE

How can one person be so fortunate to have someone such as you!
How can one person be so fortunate to have one so faithful and true!
Who am I that God would single me out to receive and to enjoy
One, such as you, who never seems to tire of things that her life employs.
You never seem to tire of doing good, or laboring so hard and long,
And never seem to find fault in me, even tho you know that I'm wrong.

I long to be just what you are, and as you are in spirit and in deed.
But since God made only one of you, it is too much for one to compete!
I don't deserve a mother as you, but I am certainly glad that God chose,
You for me, me for you, so much more than anyone ever will know.
I am so sure that when you reach the shores of Jordan's chilly water
That you'll receive a brighter jewel, than ever, ever, will your daughter!

At home with Mother

MY DARLING BOO (often I called my mother this..her name was Beulah)
You're the greatest 'mama' that a daughter ever had.
No one else has been as fortunate..and for them, I feel so sad!
You never fail..for 'love never faileth'..you're there when I'm in need.
You would never turn your back on me..you prove that with every deed.

I have no one but you, dear mama, my every 'mood', you understand.
Whether you approve or not, you are there, holding on to my hand.
You've never given me a raw deal, instead, YOU took the shortest end.
You're not just my 'mama' dear..you're absolutely..my dearest friend!

THE FIRST SWEETHEART I EVER HAD

Mama, I'm sitting here alone and my mind wanders back
to the days when I was little, and you held me on your lap.
You must have loved me dearly, when you held me to your heart.
You knew there would be no woe to ever make us part.

You stuck with me thru thick and thin, thru all my strife and grief.
Oh, you must have loved me dearly to have had such great belief.
And now, I've grown up and left you. I found somebody new,
Yet, this new love could be no greater, than the love I have for you.

Your daughter, Shirley
Mother died in November, 1997 at the age of 90.

Koukla

A song of beauty

MY DARLING LITTLE DAUGHTER, KOUKLA,
HAS TURNED OUT TO BE A GOSPEL SINGER..
SHE IS 4 HERE BUT IS is all grown up, now, and is still singing for the Lord..
..this is how I express my love for her....
I waited many years for you, daughter, and finally God blessed me with YOU!
I looked upon your little pink face, and no other child was as pretty, I knew.
I dreamed of how close we would always be thru sorrow, thru pain and much love.
I believed that you, my lovely daughter, was sent from my Father above.

I know daughter, I may not be exactly the Mother that you'd have me to be,
But, I love you and since I'm only human, then perfect I never can be.
He sent you to me, daughter, to raise you in the admonition of His Word.
I must teach you what He teaches me, no matter of what you have heard.

Know only this, that I love you, and daughter, forever and ever I will.
Even tho you grow up and leave me, I will love you even still.

MY DARLING KOUKLA..."CULTIVATED IN LOVE. HANDLE WITH CARE"
When you were handed to me, I saw a 'heavenly card' attached to you which read, "please read
carefully". The card continued to say, "I have sent down to you from heaven, the rarest of all my
flowers..she comes from My Garden which contains various flowers rare and so lovely."

"You must follow my instructions specifically..and the instructions to you are thus; "Born in
love..handle with care".. You must cultivate this rare one in wisdom..My Wisdom. Then you must
nurture her with food from My Holy Word divine. Leave her only in the Caretakers Hands..to be
healed in My Precious Name and let me educate her, for I am the Great Teacher sublime!

To protect her from the hard knocks of life's evil snare..use only 'Calvary Blood'. When temptation
comes in unaware, rebuke her in love with a scripture to help her escape in 'Faith'.

To wash all impurities away, bathe this rare one in Baptism with water overflowing..then wait! With
Acts 2:38, stimulate her growth with the Joy of receiving this promise with life, long lasting...

Then, will come 'reproduction'..'buddings'..blooming thru righteousness and truth..then, behold her
beauty! Loving and Serving! If she is taught by the Book of Ruth! This then is all that is needed
for the growth of your rare flower".

And so, Koukla, my daughter, I write these words to you in love and with a prayer that I shall ever,
carefully, cultivate and love you..for you were 'Born in Love..
Handle with Care'...

Your Mother, Shirley

The chain goes on

Now years later...

A unique disciple
(John)

I had a son...John....and lost my son when he was only eight years old. You see, he died. Oh,
don't feel sorry for me because I lost my only son. Oh, yes, I was sad..in one way, but was happy
that he was no longer mine...for you see, he now belonged to God..in death? No.
He was raised with CHRIST unto salvation.
John lost his mother, but found his 'Father'...how? Thru the baptism of the Holy Ghost and baptism
in HIS holy Name. Now, he no longer was mine...he now was HIS son. He belonged to God, and
now, his allegiance was to Him alone. John was dead to sin, and alive in CHRIST unto life
ETERNAL.
He is now grown, and still he clings to his 'Father', and his allegiance is still with Him. Faithfully he
has walked the road that leads into life evermore. How many has he led to,
and up that path to salvation? Who can tell.
I lost my son at eight years old, but God returned to me a man of God, dedicated, respected,
honored and loved as a Pastor and disciple of the ONE who can save our soul, JESUS CHRIST.

Buds begin to bloom

Jonathon, my dearest bud...blooming right before my eyes..
My first grandson, as bright as the morning skies.
You are the hope of your father, to your mother, her joy,
And to me you are the grandest of all little boys.

Blossoms grow

My pretty flower

Sharry, Sharry, quite contrary,
where does your loyalty grow?
In church? with God?
THAT sets my heart aglow.
My heart would break if you should take,
just one small backward step.
If you should ever decide to waiver,
remember...Jesus wept!
My one desire! you'll stay on fire,
and work for God alone..
Then, Sharry, Sharry, quite contrary,
Heaven will be your home.

NOW MY SHARRY IS ALL GROWN UP AND MARRIED...
STILL SHE IS JUST LIKE A LITTLE GIRL!
SharryBelle,
It has been a few years since I have had to try to compose a poem to you.
And now that you are a bigger girl, it is much harder for me to do.
WHY?
Because I love you differently now, in a closer and dearer way.
And tho we have our 'ups' and 'downs', it grows from day to day.
WHY?
Because you are my daughter and that's the way it should be.
Of course, I suppose you'll be too late to read this poem from me.
WHY?
'cause you always have good intentions to get to church on time,
But when you're dressed and your hair is done, the clock says '11:09'.
I stay after church to relax for a while with the sisters all so fair,
Then the phone is answered, you're heard to say,
"Hi..is momma dear still there"?
WHY?
'Cause you're a big baby, a 'scaredy cat', you're afraid of shadows at home,
Just one strange sound sets your heart a pounding..you run and grab the phone.
You're always doing little things to tease and taunt and dare.
For instance, when you, oh so skillfully, handcuffed your Uncle to his chair!
You are always hiding someone's purse, or hat or Bible or ware.
Aren't you tired of hearing them say, "SHARRY, GET OUT OF MY HAIR!"?
BUT..
We will keep on loving you and wait for just the right man,
to come and sweep you off your feet, and change you, if he can!!

Nicholas, my little blooming bud..how could I ever know that
you would bring such love...
My heart is full of so much joy, whenever I get to see and hold my little grandbaby boy.AS YOU
CAN SEE ON THIS PAGE, I HAVE MUCH...YET I AM JUST A SERVANT..A SLAVE..TO WHOM?
AND WHY?....LET ME TELL YOU....
I found a very long time ago, that JESUS is the ONE, you know,
To trust in, rely on, lean on complete.
HE never fails, when others fail...their obligations
they cannot meet.
HE takes what hurts you..the bitterness too,
and grasps you in HIS Hand.
He takes the fear, so you can hear,
He's there, and understands.
He'll surely take that longing ache,
and enclose you in HIS Arm.
He makes you know..HE won't let you go,
He'll rescue you from all harm.
That's why I favour and love my Saviour,
I'll serve Him 'til I die!
Now you see, there is no need to ask..
I've answered the question of 'WHY?'

Receiving His Own

I HOPE THAT YOU HAVE ENJOYED MY PAGE OF EXPRESSIONS ABOUT THOSE THAT I
LOVE THE MOST..IF SO..LET ME KNOW..I WOULD ENJOY HEARING YOUR IMPRESSION
OF MY PAGE....