May 2005 Theme ~ "Picture Interpretation"
Our Theme Assignment for May 2005 was to write an original poem reflecting our interpretations of the picture above.
Congratulations to our May winners!
Faraway Dreams
She dreams of days of quiet timesOf peaceful slumber 'til the late morn
She thinks her days are way too busy
With running kids from dusk 'til dawn
She sees the smears of jelly
On the chairs and baseboards in the hall
She dreams of a home full of pretty things
As she trips on toys and all.
In her heart she loves these times she lives
But bitter some are they
Tears and booboos, snakes and trucks
Push her dreams away.
Just a mother she wanted to be
And just a mother she became
Doing all the natural things she does
Just doesn't seem the same.
Was her mother feeling so tired
At the end of a long summers night?
Did she lose herself in her children's lives
Was this her natural plight?
Someday the kids will all be gone
And those dreams will start to appear
And quiet times will come too soon
And she will be a grandmother, she'll fear.
Suddenly the dreams of peace
Don't seem so far away
As she tucks the little ones into bed
And closes her eyes to pray.
Thank you Lord for giving me the sunshine
For the time to hug my babies near
And Thank you most of all my Lord
For all that I hold dear.
©2005 ~ Lady Deb
Faith
Alone upon this verdant ledge,I stand in wonder at the edge
Of something, though I know not what,
And marvel at what God has wrought.
I do not know His plans for me,
But always trusted Him, and He
Has never, ever let me down,
E'en when all other hope has flown.
And so I lift my hands in prayer,
And give my future to His care,
And trust Him as I always have
That He will keep me in His love.
©2005 ~ Grandma Lyn
Magic Morning
In the misty gray of morningEre the glorious light of dawn
Can color the horizon
And tiptoe cross the lawn
When the lake is still and shiny
Like a sheet of polished brass
And you see reflections deeply
In it’s perfect looking glass
A time of magic stillness
Ere the bustle of the day
When the wildness in all things
Is gently held at bay
You can feel the divine blessing
As you breathe the scented air
And know the joy of living
To the fullest if you dare
©2005 ~ Maiden Fair
