Submitted by: Imogene Tidwell Persall Success You can use most any measure When you’re speaking of success. You can measure it in fancy home, Expensive car or dress, But the measure of your success Is the one you cannot spend. It’s the way your kids describe you When they’re talking to a friend. -Martin Baxbaum [...]
Posts Tagged ‘poem’
Poems
Posted in Imogene Tidwell Persall, tagged poem on August 28, 2009 | 1 Comment »
In Memory of Ola Box Vaughn
Posted in Zola Box McCluskey, tagged obit, poem on July 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
By: Zola Box McCluskey In Memory of Ola Box Vaughn Who passed away September 19, 1996. She leaves a great husband, son and daughter, daughter-in-law, son-in-law, grandchildren, two sisters and many friends. A Christian loving sister. We wonder why you had to go. The Lord says no, its time for you to go. You were [...]
I Saw My Mother Today
Posted in Martha Jean Whitehead Killian, tagged mother, poem on July 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
By: Martha Jean Whitehead Killian I saw my mother today I saw her face I saw her hands I saw her arms As my heart began to swell Her legs and feet I saw She began to speak to me She said, “It’s ok to miss me It’s ok to think of me It’s ok [...]
Seasons
Posted in Regina Burgess, tagged poem on September 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
By: Regina Burgess © 2004 We know that the rebirth of Spring is nigh when daffodils lift their heads up high. They knod and sway and bow and bend in reverence to March and its blowing wind. Juicy watermelon sometimes eaten with a spoon heralds backyard picnics in Summer in June. Vegetable gardens yield peas, [...]
My Mother’s Hands
Posted in Imogene Tidwell Persall, tagged childhood, memories, poem, tidwell on March 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
By: Imogene Tidwell Persall My Mother’s hands were always busy doing one thing or another, Taking special care of her family’s needs, just like any loving mother. On the rub board, she scrubbed our clothes so clean and bright, Boiled them in a black wash pot, until they became snow white. She would hang them [...]
