MAMA GRACE
TO MAMA GRACE
FOR HER 90TH BIRTHDAY
WE DEDICATE THESE POEMS TO YOU ON THIS SPECIAL DAY IN HONOR OF YOUR LIFE THESE PAST NINETY YEARS. WE CHOSE TO EXPRESS OUR LIFE IN POETY. POETRY EXPRESSES THE GRACE OF LIFE IN HARMONY OF WORDS, AS YOUR WORDS AND ACTIONS HAVE GRACED OUR LIVES.
THESE FOUR POEMS HIGHLIGHT WHAT YOU MEAN TO US:
“NINE SISTERS” – Tells of your beginning and your love of family and genealogy.
“FARMER’S WIFE” – Tells of your sacrifice, dedication and service.
“A GRANDCHILD’S MEMORIES” – Tells of your love that will always be part of us.
“MAMA GRACE IS HER NAME” – Tells of the uniqueness of who you are. You are so special, Mama Grace, for you have made us to see ourselves as being special too. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
NINE SISTERS
FOR HER 90TH BIRTHDAY
WE DEDICATE THESE POEMS TO YOU ON THIS SPECIAL DAY IN HONOR OF YOUR LIFE THESE PAST NINETY YEARS. WE CHOSE TO EXPRESS OUR LIFE IN POETY. POETRY EXPRESSES THE GRACE OF LIFE IN HARMONY OF WORDS, AS YOUR WORDS AND ACTIONS HAVE GRACED OUR LIVES.
THESE FOUR POEMS HIGHLIGHT WHAT YOU MEAN TO US:
“NINE SISTERS” – Tells of your beginning and your love of family and genealogy.
“FARMER’S WIFE” – Tells of your sacrifice, dedication and service.
“A GRANDCHILD’S MEMORIES” – Tells of your love that will always be part of us.
“MAMA GRACE IS HER NAME” – Tells of the uniqueness of who you are. You are so special, Mama Grace, for you have made us to see ourselves as being special too. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
NINE SISTERS
Roger Davis
Fate Or Fortune, You Surmise.
In The Cards Or Divine Surprise?
Nine Sisters And No Boy.
Yet Lacking No Joy.
Hold Em Up And Hand Me Down
Baby Sitters Enough To Go Around
Milking Cows, Gathering Eggs
Willing Arms And Swishing Legs.
Emptying The Nest
Mother At Rest.
Braided, Bobbed Or Curls,
Mr. Layman And His Girls.
On Then Two, On They Flew,
Helping Another Say “I Do”.
Aunts, Uncles, Kids And Kin,
Getting Together Now And Then.
Many Years Have Passed,
Family Memories That Last.
Treasured And Written History,
Nine Sisters And Their Family Tree.
Fate Or Fortune, You Surmise.
In The Cards Or Divine Surprise?
Nine Sisters And No Boy.
Yet Lacking No Joy.
Hold Em Up And Hand Me Down
Baby Sitters Enough To Go Around
Milking Cows, Gathering Eggs
Willing Arms And Swishing Legs.
Emptying The Nest
Mother At Rest.
Braided, Bobbed Or Curls,
Mr. Layman And His Girls.
On Then Two, On They Flew,
Helping Another Say “I Do”.
Aunts, Uncles, Kids And Kin,
Getting Together Now And Then.
Many Years Have Passed,
Family Memories That Last.
Treasured And Written History,
Nine Sisters And Their Family Tree.
FARMER’S WIFE
Roger Davis
Paring knife, crust, and ripest fruits,
Broom, tea towel, dust mop, dirty boots.
These are a few of her labors and chore,
“But hey mister, there are plenty more.”
Crops, weather, and livestock bids,
Being there for husband and kids.
Serving her clubs and congregation,
Kin “stayin over” on their vacation.
Wash & hang clothes to dry,
Two chickens to kill and fry.
Mending and sewing the family duds,
Peel, boil, and mash a peck of spuds.
A long grocery list and holidays a comin,
Presents to be makin and carols to be hummin.
Sunday service, her God is a reality.
Labors of love with warm hospitality.
A GRANDCHILD’S MEMORIES
Paring knife, crust, and ripest fruits,
Broom, tea towel, dust mop, dirty boots.
These are a few of her labors and chore,
“But hey mister, there are plenty more.”
Crops, weather, and livestock bids,
Being there for husband and kids.
Serving her clubs and congregation,
Kin “stayin over” on their vacation.
Wash & hang clothes to dry,
Two chickens to kill and fry.
Mending and sewing the family duds,
Peel, boil, and mash a peck of spuds.
A long grocery list and holidays a comin,
Presents to be makin and carols to be hummin.
Sunday service, her God is a reality.
Labors of love with warm hospitality.
A GRANDCHILD’S MEMORIES
Roger Davis
A Haven Of Rest And Care,
A Throne And High Chair,
A Soft Bed For A Nap,
It’s My Grandma’s Lap.
A Treat & Dinner Bell,
A Story Book To Tell,
A Poem Or Song Of Choice,
It’s My Grandma’s Voice.
A Rabbit In A Shadow Show,
A Hankie That Stops The Flow,
A Grip As Strong As A Man’s,
It’s My Grandma’s Hands.
A Gentle Rebuke Of Love,
A “Get With It” Shove,
A Look Of Wonder And Surprise,
It’s My Grandma’s Eyes.
A Healing Touch For Sorrow,
A Sign Of Hope For Tomorrow,
A Greeting For Me And Sis,
It’s My Grandma’s Kiss.
A Babysitting For Our Folks,
A Laughing At Childish Jokes,
A Doing More Than Her Part,
It’s My Grandma’s Heart.
A Blessing From Above,
A Message Of His Love,
A Soul Without Strife,
It’s My Grandma’s Life.
MAMA GRACE IS HER NAME
A Haven Of Rest And Care,
A Throne And High Chair,
A Soft Bed For A Nap,
It’s My Grandma’s Lap.
A Treat & Dinner Bell,
A Story Book To Tell,
A Poem Or Song Of Choice,
It’s My Grandma’s Voice.
A Rabbit In A Shadow Show,
A Hankie That Stops The Flow,
A Grip As Strong As A Man’s,
It’s My Grandma’s Hands.
A Gentle Rebuke Of Love,
A “Get With It” Shove,
A Look Of Wonder And Surprise,
It’s My Grandma’s Eyes.
A Healing Touch For Sorrow,
A Sign Of Hope For Tomorrow,
A Greeting For Me And Sis,
It’s My Grandma’s Kiss.
A Babysitting For Our Folks,
A Laughing At Childish Jokes,
A Doing More Than Her Part,
It’s My Grandma’s Heart.
A Blessing From Above,
A Message Of His Love,
A Soul Without Strife,
It’s My Grandma’s Life.
MAMA GRACE IS HER NAME
Roger Davis
Are names randomly had,
Or given of fashion & fad?
Legacies passed down,
Historical figures of renown.
Indians apply prose,
Running bear, wild rose,
Or directed from above,
Adam, John, Jesus is love.
Mama Grace is her name.
A handle of local fame.
Sister, teacher, mother and friend,
Grace abounds in this blend.
Four score and ten years ago,
Grace appeared in the show.
Encore! Encore! For our dame.
Mama Grace is her name.
Are names randomly had,
Or given of fashion & fad?
Legacies passed down,
Historical figures of renown.
Indians apply prose,
Running bear, wild rose,
Or directed from above,
Adam, John, Jesus is love.
Mama Grace is her name.
A handle of local fame.
Sister, teacher, mother and friend,
Grace abounds in this blend.
Four score and ten years ago,
Grace appeared in the show.
Encore! Encore! For our dame.
Mama Grace is her name.
posted by raddad at 6:04 PM
1 Comments:
hi roger you really have a great talent, it is wonderful that you can sit and think of poems like that. it reminds me of when i was a child back in the old days. keep it up you are doing a great job
and through christ you can do anything keep up the good work.
your friend
jan
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