mums little hidden treasures
Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 7:25 pm
Hi All, have been posting little lately as been busy elsewhere. Our poets breakfast where Zondrae rules comes up with a new topic ever week. This week its "baby boots". How is a bloke going to write about that. As Zondrae says, Have a go, you will be surprised, so here's my effort.
Mums Little hidden treasures.
It was the saddest day in our family life,
when our mother passed away.
Her years of toil had finally ended,
when God called her home that day.
The theory, that grown men never cry,
was blown away for good.
Not a dry eye could be found in that circle,
where ten family members stood.
A life of hardship was her legacy,
which stood the ravages of time.
But this tired old body bore no signs,
of many hardships we would call a crime..
Landing on these shores from Ireland,
the family toiled on hardened ground.
Then wandered further inland,
until good fertile soil was found.
They made a life from nothing,
until mother earth gave some reprieve.
For their will to keep on fighting,
good fortunes they received.
Married now, a loving husband,
and children at her feet.
Still the hardships kept rolling in,
more challenges they'd meet.
Ten offspring was a daunting task,
and although the times were tough.
Not a sign of anguish on her face,
she calmly done her stuff.
Sifting through her meagre belongings,
we came upon this hidden box.
To our dismay the contents took our breath. away,
Ten neatly wrapped pairs of baby shoes and socks.
The reasons for this treasure not yet known
until we unwrapped each one and read her note
Each offspring in their order
and of the message I do quote.
“These are the first shoes that you wore
so cherish them with love
Their presence helped me remember
and too thank the Lord above”.
“Treasure them for what their worth
and you will find the strength of heart
As you walk those dark and lonely places
remember these shoes were with you from the start”.
Ncauser © 2011
Mums Little hidden treasures.
It was the saddest day in our family life,
when our mother passed away.
Her years of toil had finally ended,
when God called her home that day.
The theory, that grown men never cry,
was blown away for good.
Not a dry eye could be found in that circle,
where ten family members stood.
A life of hardship was her legacy,
which stood the ravages of time.
But this tired old body bore no signs,
of many hardships we would call a crime..
Landing on these shores from Ireland,
the family toiled on hardened ground.
Then wandered further inland,
until good fertile soil was found.
They made a life from nothing,
until mother earth gave some reprieve.
For their will to keep on fighting,
good fortunes they received.
Married now, a loving husband,
and children at her feet.
Still the hardships kept rolling in,
more challenges they'd meet.
Ten offspring was a daunting task,
and although the times were tough.
Not a sign of anguish on her face,
she calmly done her stuff.
Sifting through her meagre belongings,
we came upon this hidden box.
To our dismay the contents took our breath. away,
Ten neatly wrapped pairs of baby shoes and socks.
The reasons for this treasure not yet known
until we unwrapped each one and read her note
Each offspring in their order
and of the message I do quote.
“These are the first shoes that you wore
so cherish them with love
Their presence helped me remember
and too thank the Lord above”.
“Treasure them for what their worth
and you will find the strength of heart
As you walk those dark and lonely places
remember these shoes were with you from the start”.
Ncauser © 2011
