I thought I would put on a poem that I wrote a few years ago, I hope you enjoy it.
Family Pictures
Looking over family pictures and at peace I come to be.
As I look at the faces of the ones who mean so much to me.
Family Pictures
Looking over family pictures and at peace I come to be.
As I look at the faces of the ones who mean so much to me.
Each face brings back a memory of what once use to be.
Of those now much older, of those from life set free.
I look at the one of my mother and a tear forms in my eye.
As I remember how I miss her, trying so hard not to cry.
I know she was a Christian, and I’ll see her again by and by.
But now I only have her picture, and I turn the page as I sigh.
Here’s the one of my children so many years ago.
All lined up like stair steps and standing straight in a row.
Knobby knees and bony arms and smiles that would glow.
When did they grow into the adults that I now know.
And granny and grandpa, the picture was taken at their farm.
You can see crops in the background and all seemed so calm.
Grandpa, now he’d never smile, standing stiff with folded arm.
By his side stood my sweet granny with all her gentle charm.
Here’s the one of my stepfather, Jerry Koonce was his name.
He treated me as his own child and loved us all the same.
He was there to push the swing or play the baseball game.
He was all the dad us children wanted, he needed no other fame.
Oh and here’s one of me so many years of sunshine and rain.
Before housework, motherhood and just all the daily strain.
And some would say they’d want to go back and be that young again.
But me, I’m happy with my life. I have no more to gain.
There’s someone else except I’ve no picture that I can view.
I have a description, maybe you’ve heard of Him too.
The description is in the Bible the books we all knew.
Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Romans are a few.
They say He died a young man at the age of thirty-three.
And the reason of His dieing was to save you and me.
I believed and received Him and He set my soul free.
And even with no picture, He’s still a dear friend to me.
His name is wonderful, counselor, a Savior to us all.
He gives me peace and comfort when on my knees I Fall.
And He’s always there for me no matter the times I call.
I only know this wonderful man Jesus, is my all in all.
Written by Joan ******
April 2006
Of those now much older, of those from life set free.
I look at the one of my mother and a tear forms in my eye.
As I remember how I miss her, trying so hard not to cry.
I know she was a Christian, and I’ll see her again by and by.
But now I only have her picture, and I turn the page as I sigh.
Here’s the one of my children so many years ago.
All lined up like stair steps and standing straight in a row.
Knobby knees and bony arms and smiles that would glow.
When did they grow into the adults that I now know.
And granny and grandpa, the picture was taken at their farm.
You can see crops in the background and all seemed so calm.
Grandpa, now he’d never smile, standing stiff with folded arm.
By his side stood my sweet granny with all her gentle charm.
Here’s the one of my stepfather, Jerry Koonce was his name.
He treated me as his own child and loved us all the same.
He was there to push the swing or play the baseball game.
He was all the dad us children wanted, he needed no other fame.
Oh and here’s one of me so many years of sunshine and rain.
Before housework, motherhood and just all the daily strain.
And some would say they’d want to go back and be that young again.
But me, I’m happy with my life. I have no more to gain.
There’s someone else except I’ve no picture that I can view.
I have a description, maybe you’ve heard of Him too.
The description is in the Bible the books we all knew.
Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Romans are a few.
They say He died a young man at the age of thirty-three.
And the reason of His dieing was to save you and me.
I believed and received Him and He set my soul free.
And even with no picture, He’s still a dear friend to me.
His name is wonderful, counselor, a Savior to us all.
He gives me peace and comfort when on my knees I Fall.
And He’s always there for me no matter the times I call.
I only know this wonderful man Jesus, is my all in all.
Written by Joan ******
April 2006
God Bless love hugs kisses
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