September 2006 Theme ~ "Something Old We Treasure"
Our theme for September was to write a poem about an antique, or about something old, that we treasure.Congratulations to our September winners!
Grandma's Bible
Older than my memoriesFull of family love
My sweet grandma's bible
With God's word from above.
The cover's a little ragged
The page corners are torn
It was read faithfully
And now is old and worn.
It holds my families history
As far back as Grandma could date
It ends with the present
All our destinies and fates.
I keep this bible close
Helps to keep her with me
I'll treasure it forever
Her heirloom it will always be.
© 2006 ~ Windstorm
The Doll Cradle
My seventh Christmas brought a gift to meOne from my Grandparents under our tree
A lovely Doll Cradle that rocked to and fro
And upon the first glance I loved it so
My dollies were rocked and there did they sleep
Forever I knew it was mine to keep
The years passed by and I became a teen
The cradle was stored up in the garage beams
It was forgotten until I was wed
with girls of my own now they needed that bed
For their dollies needed a good place to sleep
And now I was glad the cradle I did keep
The cradle I've had now for thirty five years
It's more worn now from my two little dears
But the joy it has brought is worth the wear
For it was used with love and care
© 2006 ~ Renee
Remembering
It is brought out once a year,but makes a grand appearance
'Tis beautiful in sight, as it brings to memory
The truth about what the season is all about
As each piece is placed carefully in position
Tears cloud my vision and wet my face
When we think about times long gone
And think about the time that is
Our mortality is noticed. One breath, One heartbeat
Separates us from this mortal world
But looking at this completed image,
we know that we are not alone
As we behold the child, we realize that he holds us
Always in the palm of his hands
We are here on loan
Have we done what we were given to do?
The nativity scene that has been handed down
through generations
Always makes me mindful of the truth
of who we are and why we are here.
© 2006 ~ Spirit
Old Book
The old book was sitting on the end tableAlong side of the old rocker
She slowly made her way
Needing to relax at the end of the day.
Turning on the light switch
Reaching for her spectacles
A time to pause and reminisce
The old book would give her this.
Just holding the book in her hands
Resting her weary eyes, saying a little prayer
A quiet peace swept over her
She turned the pages, just like the days before.
The sound of the pages rustle
As she starts at the beginning
The old book, holds the key
Cherished memories, the love of her family tree.
She reads her favourite piece of scripture
The old book is her family bible
As she reads the names of the past
Her, her children, their future is cast.
© 2006 ~ Lyn
