My Mother used to call me "Grace"
Due to my clumsy natured way
Doing silly antics or telling a joke
Loving to share my sense of humor
My passion is to compose a poem
As a person with a gentle old soul
With loads of love and much more
God knows I am just little old me
My health isn't too stable anymore
My walk is a little bit cautious now
At night the old rooster crows at me
A gurney follows me day and night
My earthly days are numbered now
And I know that my redeemer calls
Even of the wrongs that I have done
I do know that God wants me as I am
By: Brenda Hall
"thepassionatepoet"
The warmth of air engulfs a windy day
Like babies breath sweet and warm
And rustling treetops sway to and fro
Kites flies high and touches blue skies
Bees are busy collecting sweet nectar
Pollinating the best of summer flowers
An aroma of scents flow through the air
Destinct smells of a summer breeze
Darkness befalls end of a windy day
Signs of night emerge in a star-lit sky
Lightening bugs flit in hurried flight
A flickering neon-light leads their way
With the sounds of crickets and frogs
The lazy night continues on its course
In the wee hours a coolness prevails
And it belongs to a summer breeze
Our Country comes together today
For our Soldiers both near and far
Who fought for a choice of freedom
We pay tribute in this month of May
By taking time to show compassion
We bless every Soldier far and wide
With humble gratitude and respect
For the greatness we equally share
Soldiers who are courageously brave
Gives the ultimate price for our rights
Our flags fly with strength and honor
As we all gather on this Memorial Day
