LITTLE TUG BOATS

ON GOSSAMER WINGS

 Through the whispers of romantic winds
they seem to magically appear.
On soft and tender wings
anticipation fills the air.

Visiting their favorite flowers,
my heart sings as they fly.
God's Creation of Nature
bring tears to my eyes.

In the presence of their absence,
my heart flutters with dismay.
Oh! How I long for butterflies
to kiss my tears away.

DADDY'S SHOES

Daddy walked behind the rusted plow
as I tried to follow his footprints.
'cause Daddy's shoes were so big,
my little feet just would not fit.

The hot sun made Daddy sweat
but Nellie Belle seem not to mind.
Often she walked that 'ole field
and her master walked behind.

Times were hard for Moma and Daddy
and as a child I did not know~~
I was a sharecropper's daughter
and we were very poor~

Seeing Moma with needle and twine,
I didn't realize his shoes were torn.
I played and ran outdoors
and secretly threw the hogs his corn~~

I often wander back in time.....
to those days, so innocent and free,
when we plowed the 'ole fields~~
my daddy, Nellie Belle and me.
 

CRUMBLING MEMORIES

I passed that house everyday. 

Equipped with rake and hoe,
the elderly couple always waved.
They had no car~nowhere to go.

Through the years I saw their bond.
Sometime holding hands, often a smile,
They were two peas in a pod
and had been ONE for a long while.

I drove that route one morning,
he was alone in the yard.
I saw the sadness in his face,
I saw him sobbing hard.

She was buried in their plot.
I played the piano~her favorite song.
On the front, I saw a slumped and broken man
and wondered how things could go so wrong.
~~
Neighbors found him that night,
they were two peas in a pod.
The couple will sleep together again
until they journey together to God.

LITTLE TUG BOATS

 I sat on a redwood dock
in the town of Crescent City.
My mom had recently died~
My heart was full of pity~

South Carolina is my home
but I needed to flee.
Under cold and starry skies
tugboats pulled big ships out to sea.

I felt like the little boats.
I've struggled to do my best~
As big ships gathered speed,
the tugboats returned to rest.

Eyes focused to see the redwoods.
~~only God could create~~
~~No one can deny the miracle~~
~~the redwoods that He made~~

~~The great Pacific Ocean~~
~~miles from my eastern shore~~
~~Mom has crossed her ocean~~
~~She rests, now, forever more.