I enjoy books By LaWana Blackwell, Jane Kirkpatrick
This space is DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER
My Mama loved to write! I kept her journals. The following was in one of them.
REFLECTIONS--(a Section in Her Journal)
When I think of memory of my earlier years, of smells and sounds; it is sounds that I remember best. They were and still are the sounds of living in the country. When I wake in the early morning hours to the beautiful tune of a meadowlark, the song enlivens my heart for the day ahead. Then when,in the evening, the whisper-soft cooing of the doves plants peace deep within my soul, I know God is near.....
And this is one of her poems:
To MY CHILDREN by Grace Rose
The kids run to catch the bus,
after several hours of a lot of fuss!
"She woke me up!", the little one peeps.
One of her sisters yells back, "Oh, go to sleep!"
The sounds form the bathroom ring all through the house.
"It's my turn to wear the silky blue blouse!"
Toothpaste smeared all over the sink.
The boys cry, "Mom, she's making the bathroom stink!"
Empty cans of Aqua Net, pantyhose,
and rubber ducks; strung all over the floor.
How on Earth can they get out the door?
The bathroom seems quite the place,
to pick a fight, or fix their face.
The kids are running up and down the stairs;
"Seen the dryer? I have to blow dry my hair!"
"oh my gosh, it's a quarter to eight!"
"I haven't eaten, will I be late?"
The morning continues to go this way;
I pace the floor and start to pray,
"Oh dear Lord, if this is a dream,
Let me wake before I scream!"
But then I stop in one quick motion.
Suddenly I get a very sick notion.
One day they'll be all grown up,
with just photos and echoes to get me by.
"No thanks Lord, I'd rather die!"
"I'll take the fussing and the fighting.
To me, my kids are my life."
"I'd like to take just one more minute,
to thank you Lord, for my life as I live it."
"As I stand before you here today,
and take this time at hand,
I wish to let you know dear Lord,
I think my kids are grand!"
