Evening Tears
In the quiet of the morning
I make my way to the garden
While the grass is still wet
With evening tears
That's what Gran used to say
The sun will come out
And dry them all away
It's funny what you believe as a child
Everything you're told
As much as your heart could hold
You were never put to bed
Before it was said
From parents to brothers, i love you
Never bored, always something to do
We didn't have an electronic game
Or want fortune and fame
There was mom and dad
Granny's and GrandPaw's
For us, they were everything
As joyful as spring
We were taught right from wrong
Getting into trouble didn't last long
So, here's the hitch
We came from the generation
Of the switch
We were brought up in church
Taught to love the Lord
Respect and love others
By our beautiful Mother
My youth has come and gone
Now I have grandbabies of my own
Some morning we'll walk out
In the evening tears
And tell them what Gran used to say
Then i'll talk to them of another Son
Who can wash their sins away
Written by judy wilson
April ... 2008
http://gardenofinspirationalpoetry.blogspot.com/
http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/
» left by Teresa(1,652)(2 years 170 days ago.)
Hi Judy, welcome to World Wide Bible Studies :-) This a beautiful poem of rememberance. Thank you for sharing the wonderful wisdom you were blessed to have. TeresaRespond to this comment
» left by Marijo Phelps(199)(2 years 170 days ago.)
Oh, Judy! This is beautiful and SO glad to see this posted here and know you are well enough to post!!! MarijoRespond to this comment
» left by Anne Linington from Isle of Wight, UK (2 years 163 days ago.)We appreciate your comments!
I love the expression "evening tears". You were very fortunate to have such a secure upbringing. Not sure what you mean by the "generation of the switch"? Is this some corporal punishment I am wondering as it's pre-electronic games. Do you write for Faithwriters as your name seems familiar?Respond to this comment