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The Golden Hour

I prayed for them,
made promises to God
if He would just
bless me.

I was thrilled
when I discovered
their tiny presence
within me.

I spent months preparing,
weeks in anticipation
days in waiting
to see them with me.

I was so filled with joy
as I held each of them
and counted their fingers
as they reached for me.

And now, as they have grown,
as much as I love them
I find I can hardly wait
for them to go to bed without me.

Some days I live
for that golden hour
after they are asleep
and it’s just my husband and me.




On Sunday morning
I greet the day and head out
to a reunion.

Brothers and sisters
together, one body,
one blood, Lord and faith.

We greet each other
with smiles and sincere questions
of how have you been.

We join with our Head,
hearts and souls with our singing
praises to our God.

I leave renewed and
ready for the week ahead.
Thank God for family.

Severe Weather Alert

Whirling, and swirling. Running, and gunning.  Smashing, and trashing.  Shouting, and pouting.
Rolling.  Climbing.  Hiding.  Digging.  Banging.  Breaking. Yelling.  Sliding.
Dirty.  Noisy.  Curious.  Silly.  Handsome. Sweet.  Loving.
A blonde tornado.  A blue-eyed scamp.
My always moving, rarely still,
inquisitive, little

Make me a servant


The sweet young face and curly hair
of my precious wordless girl
remind me that my time is short
upon this fractured world.

I carry her, as Jesus does
my own disabled soul.
My shaky steps supported
as I head towards my goal.

I think of Jesus often,
as I serve my little dear;
how he washed feet and held the hands
of outcasts who were here.

I cannot claim perfection,
but I’m better than I’ve been.
And like the moon reflects the sun,
I try to mirror him.

So, Lord, I’ll be your servant
as I help my little girl.
For she’s among “the least of these”
you spoke of in this world.

My firstborn is me

My firstborn is me
in a slightly different form.
Her mood swings and
impatience used to be my norm.

I look at her and see myself
reflected long ago
and wonder what she understands,
how could she ever know?

My firstborn, mini-me
smiling, filled with pride
demonstrating knew-found knowledge
wanting me by her side.

I know that things will change,
as she rails against my rules,
I only hope she’ll always know
that I’m nobody’s fool.

I’ll do my best to help her know
just where she needs to turn
I’ll point her towards our God above
and pray that she will learn.

Although she is my mini-me,
I also know it’s true
that she is she; she is not me
she’ll find her own way through.

She’ll make her own decisions.
She’ll make her own mistakes,
and when she’s grown, I’m confident
that she’ll have what it takes.


On airing out the house

The sun shone bright
with the promise of a spring day.

I prepared to open the windows,
air out the winter blahs and
breathe in some fresh air.

It’s only 35 degrees.

Well played,sunshine, well played.

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