Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Thursday, October 23, 2014

You Never Said Goodbye: A Poem About Losing a Loved One



YOU NEVER SAID GOODBYE
Author Unknown

You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.

A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill.

It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

The Old Scrapbook - Poem By C. Nathalie Ellen Milliken


"The Old Scrapbook"
By C. Nathalie Ellen Milliken

It speaks of times now long ago
In a voice so soft and low,

Come, my friend, see what you can see,
Come and take a look at me.

My bright colors are faded and dim,
But my spirit is bright within,

Pictures of people in days gone by,
Laughing and crying, we know not why,

Cards and pamphlets, and programs old,
What are the stories they have told?

Wrapping paper, an old gift tag,
Pieces of this, and bits of that,

Little treasures that people have saved,
Celebrations of special days,

So many mem’ries my pages fill,
They’re waiting now to give you a thrill,

So come, my friend, come take a look,
I am a very special old book,

My binding is cracked, but my heart is whole,
Looking at me is like finding gold.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day Poem - Rock Me To Sleep By: Elizabeth Akers Allen


Rock Me To Sleep

By: Elizabeth Akers Allen

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long

Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—      
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Happy Mother's Day!!

Friday, May 09, 2014

Angels Are Mothers Poem By Kathleen J. Shields


ANGELS ARE MOTHERS 
by Kathleen J. Shields 

There are Angels God puts on this Earth, 
Who care for us and guide us.
You can feel their love and gentleness
as they walk through life beside us.

They do great things for us every day
they whisper in our ears,
they even hold us in their hearts
when we are filled with all our fears.

They are always there to give a hug
and try to make us smile.
They treat us with respect and love,
they treat us like their child.

God blessed me with an Angel,
I’m proud to call my own.
She’s been with me throughout my
life, been with me as I’ve grown.

She’s guided me the best she can,
she’s taught me like no other,
and I’m thankful I’m the lucky one
who gets to call her… MOTHER.

Thursday, May 08, 2014

Your Mother Is Always With You, Poem


“Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well.
She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow. She is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
She's crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion .......... happiness, sadness, fear,
jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, 
sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying
you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's 
the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love; your first friend, even your first enemy, but
nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space...not even death!”
Author: unknown

Happy Mother's Week!
-Sarah :)

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Grandmother's Rocking Chair Poem


Grandmother’s Rocking Chair Poem
By Karen O. Tribett

Grandma, hold me a little longer,
Rock me a little more.
Tell me another story,
(You’ve only told me four!)
Let me sleep on your shoulder.
I love your happy smile.
I’ll always love you Grandma,
so stay with me awhile.

Wednesday, December 04, 2013

"You Have Thousands Of Years Of Powerful Ancestors Within You..."


“You’re never alone, even during what you think are your weakest moments.
You have thousands of years of powerful ANCESTORS within you, the
blood of 
The Divine Great One in you, supreme intellect and royalty
in you. 
Infinite strength is always on tap for you.
Know that!”-Author Unknown

Keep connecting the dot! -Sarah :)

Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Prayer for Genealogists



Prayer For Genealogists

“Lord, help me dig into the past, 
And sift the sands of time, 
That I might find the roots that made 
This family tree mine. 

Lord, help me trace the ancient roads, 
On which my fathers trod, 
And led them through so many lands, 
To find our present sod. 

Lord, help me find an ancient book, 
Or dusty manuscript, 
That's safely hidden now away, 
In some forgotten crypt, 

Lord, let it bridge the gap that haunts 
My soul, when I can't find 
The missing link between some name 
That ends the same as mine.”

-Anonymous

Monday, September 02, 2013

Days Gone By Poem about Family History


Days Gone By

“ The special book upon the shelf,
Was made with many hands.
Our ancestors who posed back then,
All came from different lands.

Their pictures were all tucked away,
And rarely did we see,
The importance of these treasures-
The start of you and me.

The history of our families,
Now here in black and white.
Preserved with special care and time,
Each page is done just right.

When time permits, we take it down,
And think of days long past.
Our hopes, our dreams, our heritage,
All safe and made to last.”

Author: Unknown

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Thursday, August 29, 2013

Strangers In The Box - By: Pamela A. Harazim


STRANGERS IN THE BOX 
-Pamela A. Harazim

"Come, look with me inside this drawer, 
In this box I've often seen, 
At the pictures, black and white, 
Faces proud, still, and serene.

I wish I knew the people, 
These strangers in the box, 
Their names and all their memories, 
Are lost among my socks.

I wonder what their lives were like, 
How did they spend their days? 
What about their special times? 
I'll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time, 
To tell, who, what, where, and when, 
These faces of my heritage, 
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate, 
Of the pictures we take today? 
The faces and the memories, 
Someday to be passed away?

Take time to save your stories, 
Seize the opportunity when it knocks, 
Or someday you and yours, 
Could be strangers in the box."

Saturday, June 29, 2013

"Dear Ancestor" Poem by Walter Butler Palmer



Dear Ancestor

"Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn

You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh and blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own

Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
-Walter Butler Palmer

About the Author: Walter Butler Palmer was by born,  22 Jun 1868 in Prairie Center, LaSalle, Illinois. He was the son of Ephraim Milo Palmer and Sarah Henderson Butler. He married Irena B. Lardin on 25 Sep 1889. A year and a half later, Irena died on May 1891. He married 2nd wife Mary Frances White on 11 Dec 1894 in Chicago, Cook, Illinois. They were the parents of two children; Burton White Palmer and Margaret Allison Palmer. He was a family historian, breeder of trotting and show horses, and an accomplished poet. He wrote the above poem "Dear Ancestor" in 1906 while he was visiting the grave of his great grandfather; Ephraim Palmer (1760-1852).  He died 6 Jun 1932 in Ottawa, LaSalle, Illinois.

About the photo: If you look closely, you can see a large headstone and final resting place of my great, great, great grandfather; George Washington Burnes. Buried in Norristown Cemetery, in Shelbyville, Shelby, Indiana.

Keep connecting the dots!! -Sarah

Thursday, June 13, 2013

"If You Could See Your Ancestors"


If You Could See Your Ancestors
By Nellie Winslow Simmons Randall

If you could see your ancestors
All standing in a row,
Would you be proud of them or not?
Or don't you really know?

Some strange discoveries are made
In climbing family trees.
And some of them, you know,
Do not particularly please.

If you could see your ancestors
All standing in a row,
There might be some of them perhaps
You shouldn't care to know.

But here's another question
Which requires a different view
If you could "meet" your ancestors
Would they be proud of you?