Each time I stop to think of you
I’m mindful of your soul
The special things you say and do
The way your words console
I look beyond your aging face
Since wrinkles matter not
You’ve lived your life by style and grace
And much good has been wrought.
My mind recalls a simpler time
Made harder by fate’s will
Yet, you have risen in your prime
Your faith beside you, still
You’ve made the most of the heartbreak
Your life’s been forced to bear
And carried on, for living’s sake
Since you’ve had much to share.
I think about the hours you’ve spent
Upon your hands and knees
Trying to make an honest cent
You’ve always aimed to please
You’ve shown us that each effort pays
In wealth, greater than dough
Your outlook on life deserves praise
From those who love you so.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Houston's 1560 The Game (KGOW-AM)
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Your Poetic Express Is Beautiful! Your First Stanza Reaches Me Straight Forward Into The Vision Of Your Write & Your Melodic Style Is Just Lovely!! I enjoyed!
Embraced~Embrasse'
Vickie
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Cryssa
Christine
Lvoe tinka
hugs
Fee
be well and happy,
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
There was nothing I loved better than to talk to elderly people when I was younger - what they'd seen, how they lived when they were little - this is beautifully penned wisdom. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.