Auburn hair and amber eyes…
A smile to fill you with the sun…
A warmth and brightness to her soul…
A sense of adventure and great strength…
Warm hands that create…
Such beauty, such art…
A loving heart in all things…
Elizabeth Marie…
Please bring her back to me
Safe and sound…
heart filled thoughts and hopes abound…
Just the other day I came across a notebook full of my moms old writing. In it I was delighted to find a poem about me entitled “Stacey Lynn.” I just had to share it with everyone as I thought it was so special! It was written in 1971 according to my mom, when I was just five years old!
Stacey Lynn by Sylvia Xxxxx
What’ll I do when she’s grown and gone?
The hour’s will seem ever so long.
I yell at her now, but what would I do?
If she wasn’t there for me to?
I watch as she plays, a mother of ten,
When she really gets married what will I do then?
I know she’s not all I have, but she’s the most important part.
No matter what she does or where she goes,
She’ll always carry my heart.
Funny Chinese Child Playing Boy (Photo credit: epSos.de)
Cute Kids in Children’s Costumes (Photo credit: epSos.de)
CHILDREN By Stacey Feitz
Children are fascinating souls…
They fill many roles…
Sometimes as they grow…
The values we sow seem to get lost down some long forgotten row…
But when all seems naught…
Something happens to let us know…
That maybe the values are still there…
Not that forgotten…
However when a child is being especially rotten…
And the neighbors down the street can hear their screams…
Ones patience runs thin…
Terrible thoughts may circle in our heads…
Than darn it we give in…
And a child who has been screaming at the top of their lungs…
Forever it seems…
Instantly quiets, a devilish smile upon their lips…
And you vow next time not to give in…
The day goes on and bedtime nears and the child looks at you with tear filled eyes…
But you’ve had enough and soon the child’s asleep in bed…
A peaceful smile and an angels halo round their heads…
I thought this piece would be just right for this fine Monday!
Mad, Mad, Monday…
Clothes hastily thrown…
Noses not blown…
Mud upon the floor…
Someone’s knocking at the door…
Screams and shouts…
Rush, rush, rush…
Dust on the mantle…
Candles burn low…
As tempers flare..
Who cares…
A full moon…
A freaking lousy tune…
Burned food…
Grumpy moods…
Sometimes life really sucks…
Thank God when Monday’s gone…
Seems everything goes wrong…
One day I will learn to plan ahead…
Think I will stay the heck in bed…
I have kind of steered clear of God, Jesus and Christianity, but since I think about GOD and Jesus all the time and they are part of my life, it is hard to edit myself to avoid making people mad. However this is my blog and since I wouldn’t be being truthful if I hid certain parts of myself and my writing I have decided to go ahead and include post like this. Of course I am not forcing anyone to read these types of posts. I wrote this in 1992 back when I was going through a very traumatic divorce from a very abusive husband.
A Child of GOD
A child of God is born each day…
Full of promise full of love…
It is up to us to guide…
To show them the way…
The path of the lord…
Each child has a destiny…
A path they must follow…
Or woe may befall them…
We must teach them that life is precious…
That Gods miracle…
A love that must grow…
For all mankind…
Every living thing must be protected…
Each one of us must remember…
That time flows swiftly by…
Soon it’s time to die…
No time to cry…
Each one of us is a child of God whether we believe or not…
We must do our best to make a difference today…
Because tomorrow may never come…
And then it will be too late…
Care-A-Lot
Care a lot…
Sing a lot…
Say I love you at least once a day…
Take time to smile…
Make time to have fun…
Hugs and kisses aplenty…
Reassurance when times are bleak…
Time for yourself and each other…
Help one another…
Believe…
Loving pats…
Little chats…
Reality one moment at a time…
Aim to please…
Set aside some time each day…
And find away to care-a-lot…
Now a days when times are tight and divorce seems inevitable it is important to find some time to care so each relationship you have thrives.
Written in 1994 when my kids were still young.
The Sound of Silence
The children are asleep…
Tigger’s curled up on the rug, softly purring…
Magey’s tail goes thump, thump, thump, as she dreams…
The far off vibration of a train…
The wind chimes tinkle in the soft blowing wind…
The gentle snores of my lover…
The low rustle of the leaves…
The pitter patter of a gentle rain…
The slight rumble of thunder in the distance…
The crackle of logs in the fireplace as the flames burn low…
The soft murmur of a neighbor’s tv…
This is what silence sounds like to me…
