Another Gate
I went back to the old homeplace
Almost afraid of the memories
I would face
Standing by the gate
With eyes closed tight
Sounds of childhood
Magicly took flight
A little girl
With freckles across her nose
Two little boys
With worn out jeans
Knees full of holes
Homemade sling shots
Pap paw in the garden
Picking peas for the pot
Mam maw humming her tunes
We never knew what
A place you could hear
Rain coming through the trees
Sounds of laughter
Floating on the breeze
The old rope swing
Put high in the oak
Higher, higher !
You could hear us scream
From parents to grandparents
Not a one left
Now I have to deal
With the emotions I felt
I had to walk away
Feeling so much love
I could not stay
Sometimes it doesn't matter
If the memory is good or bad
Now I must carry on
To dwell in the past
Can be a painful home
Goodbye my love's
Soon I will enter another gate
And bow to the Morning Son
Where all tears are gone
Sweet memories of my Master
Will fill my mind
From then, to ever after !
judy wilson
february --- 2009
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» left by Marijo Phelps(199)(2 years 161 days ago.)
Judy, praying that HE comes soon! MARANATHA!!! MArijoRespond to this comment
» left by louis gander from verona, wi (2 years 158 days ago.)
I drew memories after reading your poem. Very nice. God has given us so much and we often take it for granted. Hold on to these precious days for tomorrow we will wish these days back...Respond to this comment
» left by Anne Linington from Isle of Wight, UK (2 years 82 days ago.)We appreciate your comments!
Judy this is a lovely piece- especially the end where you acknowledge that strengthened by your memories of security, you have to move forward to the ultimate security. Have we met on Faithwriters?Respond to this comment