The raspberries–your favorite–ripened after You’d gone, the sun’s August denouement Leaving a subtle ruby postscript like pendants Suspended on green-edged strands. Gentle tugs released the jewels between My fingers then traveled to my mouth. They were (almost) sweet and needed More time for sugaring. Had you been here To share the waning warm days’ treasure I could have held you, too, before you Grew into … Continue reading Grandson, Summer {a #poem}
A thousand years ago when my children were growing up, their grandparents spoiled them by letting them stay up as late as they wanted when they went to visit their home in Southern California. And when they stayed up late it was usually to watch ‘The Kids’….my children’s name for “The Sound of Music.” (Well, wouldn’t you call it that? After all, a captain … Continue reading The Sound of Musing
I’ve not been very up close and personal with the family scrapbook-like sharing here in this space. But since Jennifer Finding Heaven Ferguson asked……well, here’s how I was refreshed last weekend. And praise Jesus it came just in the nick of time–it’s been a challenging summer. Forthwith The Collins Family Swimming and Burger King Adventure (with a little Julie Andrews thrown in at the end…you’ll see what I … Continue reading Summer Snapshot-A Photo Essay
Spider, bug, Ant and bee In my garden, At my knee. Provide a show For this young one, Eyes tuned tight In midday sun. He alone can see them move We pass so fast his dawdling proves Were we more still We’d find delight In this wee world Through child’s sight. Just … Continue reading Watching Hanan See the World {a #poem}
“Nana, do you have any kids?” I am wedged on the couch between Abigail, 4 1/2 and Paul Silas, 2 1/2. We are reading a bedtime story. ‘Goodnight Moon’, no doubt; it is always ‘Goodnight Moon.’ “Well, Abi, I have two kids. One is your Auntie Leah and the other is your Papa.” “Oh.” (Maybe she wanted to know if there was anyone else … Continue reading Names Matter
Maybe you have a Life Verse, one Scripture that encapsulates your identity, from God’s voice to your ears. Mine is Psalm 45:1, “My tongue is the pen of a ready writer…), but what would be your song? When the service begins to celebrate your passing (which I am not doing any time soon, just for the record) will they know what to play? I’ve been considering … Continue reading The Song of Your Life
I wrote this poem on the January day in 2003 when my first grandson, Hanan Samuel, was born. This week he turned 9….I wanted to share this to honor him. Your birth today unequivocally proved that science still can do nothing at explaining the miraculous. The day you came into the world the university physicists claimed to be … Continue reading Neat Little Package{a #poem}