Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's  Day

I searched for a card,

That is as unique as you.

But that was

Impossible to do.

I hope some day,

That I can be,

The kind if Mother,

You've been to me.

You have always been,

So very strong,

Even when you,

We're standing alone.

I will always look up to you,

Because if what you are.

When the world is dark,

You shine like a star.

You always have a smile,

No matter what you've been through.

When things go wrong,

You always know what to do.

You are the greatest Mother,

And in this month if May,

I am wishing you,

A "Happy Mother's Day!"

P.S. I love you

By: Dayna Goolsby Glisson

May 1995

Macho Man

Macho Man

We men, we are the stronger sex,

It always has been so.

We send our gifts to mission fields,

To which the women go.

While up the steepest jungle paths,

A woman bravely treads,

We men, who are the stronger sex,

Just pray beside our beds.

While women leave, to go abroad,

The heathen souls to reach,

We men, who are the stronger sex,

Just stay at home and preach.

While women in some far off shack,

Do brave the flies and heat,

We men, who are the stronger sex,

In cool and comfort eat.

Fatigued and weary, needing rest,

The women battle on.

We men, who are the stronger sex,

Just write and cheer them on.

O valiant men...... Come let us sleep,

And rest our weary heads.

We shall not be the stronger sex,

If we neglect out beds.

By: Elder C.E. George 

(Satire)

Our Family

Our Family

Our firstborn child, it was a girl,

Her hair is long and thick.

She says it's caused by what she are,

When she was just a "chick."

Mom found her in the chicken yard,

With mess all on her face.

She says it's not bad eating,

But I hope she said the grace.

The second child of ours, we had,

Had pretty dark brown hair.

It's 'cause her sister washed it good,

With snuff, "Twas hard to bear."

When she'd get scared, what she would do,

Was really quite unique.

Her eyes would bug, then she'd drop down,

And crawl without a squeak.

And then we had another girl,

This one was the most timid.

She'd get real brave, go off to stay,

And get sick, you could depend on it.

Our number four surprised us,

When we'd go to get ice cream.

She'd disappear, then here she'd come,

With a can of Pork n Beans.

And then along came number five.

She once from bed was rejected.

T'was said, "You're dirty" but she replied,

"It's just I'm dark complected."

We had another baby.

You're right, another girl.

She had her Daddy's pretty blue eyes,

And blonde hair with lots of curls.

And then after a couple years,

We had, still one more yet.

"It is a girl!" somebody cried.

Those boys are hard to get.

This little girl had big brown eyes,

And a big, loud voice.

That made no difference, we loved her still.

Really, we had no choice.

And then before we knew it,

We were going to have another.

Do you think there's the slightest chance,

We'll get these girls a brother?

We really didn't think we could,

After all those girls, now seven.

But when it came, we were surprised!

It was a boy! Thank heaven!

When he was young, he was asked to keep,

His niece, a fine little lady.

"I can't." He said, as he went to play,

"I ain't built for feeding a baby."

And then we had another girl,

That's eight girls, don't you see?

This one, she stole her Daddy's heart.

She loved sitting on his knee.

We thought we'd probably had enough,

But then, what do you know?

Here came another boy along.

That made ten kids in a row.

This last boy can be hyper,

And he keeps Mom on her toes.

But we couldn't have done without him,

As everybody knows. 

When we put them all together,

Two boys and those eight girls,

We're one big happy family. 

But let's adopt another girl.

Our great big happy family,

Is as priceless as great pearls.

By Juanetta Gobin

I Am The Life

"I Am The Life"

Life is not judged by what you see,

For beauty will soon decay.

The pleasing things that eyes behold,

Will quickly pass away.

Our eyes will soon grow weaker,

Our vision will grow dim.

But life will just grow sweeter,

For those who trust in Him.

Life is not found in things we own,

Like diamonds, silver or gold.

For thieves could come and take away,

These treasures that we hold.

They will quickly lose their glitter,

As age will take it's toll.

But, life will just grow sweeter,

If to His hand we hold.

Life is not in pleasures,

This world so freely gives.

The one who's given to them,

Is not really the one who lives.

The seeds of pleasure soon bring strife,

And miseries untold.

But joy comes in the morning,

If to His hand we hold.

Life is not just in a body of health,

Though a perfect one you may attain.

'Twill soon be ravaged by old age,

Succumb to wrinkles and to pain. 

With shoulders stopped and limbs grown weak,

Our steps much shorter may be.

But with His nail scarred hand in our hand,

That's life abundantly.

By: Elder C.E. George

Memories

"Memories"

I'm sitting here thinking, how great life can be.

Mine started back the winter that my Mom had me.

That lady with red hair and eyes so brown,

Had a baby with brown hair and eyes big and round.

So many memories, of which one I recall.

Eleven brothers and sisters, the big and the small

Lined up walking on Daddy's back, from his head to his toes.

How his strong back could stand this, I guess I'll never know. 

One thing we didn't like, but needed real bad.

The lessons we learned from our Mom and Dad.

"Spare the rod, spoil the child," is what they would say.

With love and with lickings, they'd make us obey.

If I get quiet and listen, I believe I still hear,

The whole family singing, the voices so clear.

From bass up to tenor, the quiet and the loud,

We sang songs of Jesus, Mom and Dad were so proud.

Mom and Dad had a mission, they had souls to reach.

They gave their lives to their family, and to their calling to preach.

They taught us many lessons, all the sisters and brothers,

"You reap what you sow," and "Do unto others."

Through all of our memories, I know what I feel. 

The love in our family, a love that's so real.

It's held us together, through good and through bad.

We owe all of this love, to our Mom and our Dad.

By: Debra Ryan

You Can't Go

You know you are old when you go to a nursing home to visit your elderly aunt and the staff won't let you leave.

Deb went to visit Aunt Dorothy and had a great visit. When Aunt Dorothy got tired and went to her room to rest Deb started to leave. When she opened the door it set off alarms. The nurses came running and told her she couldn't leave.... They tried to find her room, but when no one from that unit recognized her they pushed her in a wheel chair to a different unit. All the time Deb was telling them she lived in Louisiana... They thought she was just another old lady who didn't know where she was...  

It took Deb a while to convince them she really didn't live there..

Admit It

When living in Walcott, we lived in a rock house. One night we were getting ready to leave and Rachel, who was just learning to drive asked if she could drive the car out of the driveway for us. I told her it would be fine. 

The next week Phil and I were in town and when I came around the front of the car noticed that the bumper was scratched. When I got in I was complaining about someone scraping my bumper and not having the guts to tell me about it. 

A couple weeks went by before we were leaving the house one night and as the light beam hit the corner of the house I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a dark blue green strip of paint, matching where it had once belonged on my car. 

I told Phillip I was not going to tell Rachel that I knew. But when she asks to use it I will let her know she can't drive it until she mans up and takes responsibility for an accident she had. 

We had been working at the restaurant one night Rachel huffed and leaned over the back of my seat. She said ,"Alright! I may as well admit it." I asked what she was admitting  to and she said "Running the car into the house."