MEMORIES OF MOTHER

A Mother's heart is a child's classroom
A Mother's warm eyes---his soul;
A Mother's sweet lips can kiss away
-----All picky problems and woes.
A Mom can heal all hurts
Between our friends and brothers;
Mother is a holy 'Healing" word
Thank you God for marvelous Mothers.
2010 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets

A MOTHER'S ARMS

Through the years as we all grow,
Our mother's arms we come to know.
When first we're born these arms enfold us
At other times they simply hold us.
They are there when first we fall----
To pick us up while we are small;
To push us while we ride a swing;
To receive the little gifts we bring.
Sometimes they wipe away our tears,
While other times they quell our fears.
That feeling of their warm embrace
Oft puts a smile upon your face.
Sometimes it is their strength we see
When lifting us to mend a knee----
Sometimes their subtle softness shows
As they brush our cheek while we doze.
Always there to assist or aid us,
Countless things they've cooked and made us;
Tiring not of providing care---
Assuring us that they're always there.
Our mother's arms they will defend us
From all those who would offend us.
In her arms we may find peace---
And sorrow's sting they will release.
The mem'ry of these features all
With fond remembrance we recall.
'Til that blessed touch we knew
Shall one day hence be ours anew.
2010
By Guest Author Timothy Wheeler
Grand Prairie Warmack Library Assistant

ODE TO TEXAS STADIUM

There's a small spot of Dallas Cowboy history
That's nestled in between the freeways wide;
A place where fathers and sons have gathered
That special sports 'Bonding Place" to hide.
-----Although it's true that it's in ruins
We still possess the most important part
It's now located in another special place
----Right down here---within our hearts.
2010 by DRR

EASTER DANCE

The sun comes a-dancing
On awesome Easter Morn
It dances up the milky-way
The tomb is empty, my soul's reborn.
The sun comes a-dancing
Early on Easter Morn
Butterflies and birds and bees
All know the tomb is now torn.
The Sun comes a-dancing
On awesome Easter Morn
Inside my soul is dancing with it
Because it is divinely now reborn.
2010 by DRR
Member Academy of American Poets

GOOD FRIDAY SONNET

Good Friday was no sort of sweet peace
For it brought upon Christ dire woe;
The flow of blood brought my sin's release
My sins stood shattered as His red blood flowed.
Good Friday brought the devil distress--
As Christ's Kingdom he sought to overthrow;
But Christ's Victory caused death to cease,
God white-washed the world whiter than snow.
Because of Good Friday my soul is now fed
My heart is stirred--my future bright;
God has done just what He well-said---
Good Friday proved Christ's awesome might.
Bad Friday for Him, was Good Friday for me
Come to the Savior and you too shall see!
2010 by Rev. Douglas Raymond Rose
Ordained Assemblies of God minister
Member Academy of American Poets