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Welcome to our poem page2. These poems were sent to me by friends.
If I know who wrote them, the credit is given. I hope you enjoy them as much
as I do! A word of warning: some of these may require
kleenex!

God matches special moms, kids
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a
few by social pressures and a couple by habit.
This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped
children.
Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over the earth selecting his from
propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes,
he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstong, Beth; son; patron saint, Matthew.
"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter; patron saint, Cecelia.
"Rudledge, Carrie; twins; patron saint.. give her Gerard.
He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, Give her
a handicapped child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God?
She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. Could I give a handicapped child to a
mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.
"But has she patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown
in a sea of self-pity and despair.
Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and
independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother.
You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world
and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect.
She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't seperate herself from the child occasionally,
she'll never survive. Yes, there is a women whom I will bless
with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but
she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.'
She will never consider a 'step' ordinary.
When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will
be present at a miracle and know it!
When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she
will see it as few people ever see my creations.
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see,
Ignorance
Cruelty
Prejudice
and allow her to rise above them.
She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of
every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely
as she is here by my side."
"And what about her patron saint?"
asks the angel, his pen poised in midair.
God smiles.
"A mirror will suffice."

Why are you crying?" the little boy
asked his mom.
"Because I'm a mother" she told him
"I don't understand," he said
His mom just hugged him and said,
"You never will"
Later the little boy asked his father
why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason" was
all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a
man, still wondering why mothers cry.
So he finally put in a call to God and
when God got on the phone the man said
"God, why do mothers cry so easily."
God said, "You see son, when I made
mothers they had to be special. I made
their shoulders strong enough to
carry the weight of the world, yet gentle
enough to give comfort. I gave them
an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times comes
from their children. I gave them a
hardiness that allows them to keep
going when everyone else gives up,
and to take care of their families through
sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave them the sensitivity to love
their children under all circumstances,
even when their child has hurt them
very badly. This same sensitivity helps
them to make a child's boo-boo feel better
and helps them share a teenager's anxieties
and fears. I gave them a tear to shed. It's
theirs exclusively to use whenever it is
needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for
mankind."

Have you ever been so tired (both personally and professionally)
that you
have wished:
1) that someone would say to you... do what YOU need to do?
2) that someone would say to you... I'm behind you 100%?
3) that someone would say to you... I trust YOUR judgment?
4) that someone would say to you... this is BULLSHIT... no other way to
put
it?
5) that someone would say to you... YOU are TOO GOOD for this?
6) that NO ONE would say to you... I understand what you're going
through?
7) that NO ONE would say to you... there must be something to learn from
this?
8) that NO ONE would say to you... but, what if you did it THIS way?
9) that someone who has hurt you in the past... and, YES, we have all
been
hurt.. by jackasses, by assholes, by people who INTEND to hurt us...
would
say to you... *I* was wrong; I shouldn't have done what I did?
10) that someone, ANYONE, would say to you... you do NOT have to be
"above
this?" Being human, hurting, giving into human needs is OK?

A child's love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear
but if you listen closely it will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud but in how they come to you...
Daddy will you play with me?
Mommy, tie my shoe?
...the many ways they tell you changes as they grow
Dad I made the team today!
Mom I've Got to go!
Pop I need some money
You see there's... this girl at school...
Mama I met a boy today and wow he is so cool...!
Dad I've got something to tell you... I think she is the one.
Mom, He asked me to marry him. Would you love him as your son?
Dad I've got some news for you...
It's gonna be a boy!
Mom I'm kind of scared of this, yet I'm filled with joy!
A child's love is like a whisper,
given in little ways we do not hear
but if you listen closely it will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud but in how they come to you...
Grandpa will you play with me?
Grandma tie my shoe...
It is never ending
A blessing from above
Listen to the whispers of a child's love.

~~I Don't Wanna~~
I don't wanna do the dishes
I don't wanna do the wash
I sprinkled clothes a week ago
And now my iron is lost!!
I don't wanna rattle pots
I don't wanna rattle pans
I see the mail light flashin
I wanna chat with friends!!
Oh the tables need some dustin
and the floor could sure be mopped
But I know if I get started
there'll be no place to stop
The closets are so full
things are falling off the shelves
I wish for cleaning fairies
and magic little elfs
They could sprinkle fairy dust
and twitch their little nose
The windows would be sparkling
I would have no dirty clothes
Oh I know that I'm just dreamin
My head is in the sky
I must cook that meat that's greying
and bake that apple pie
The Hubby needs a bath
Doggy needs attention
Oh.. the other way around I mean
my brain is in suspension
I am runnin round in circles
I am gettin nothin done,
I keep thinking of my web
I am missing all the fun!!!
Well I know I'm not addicted
Though I hear that all the time
But I guess this stuff can wait on me
Cause Today I'll Be On Line!!!
~~Author Unknown~~

THE DOLL & THE ROSE
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute
Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I
would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was
beginning to become such a drag. I wished that I could just sleep
through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people
to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the
prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play
with them.
I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a
little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and
he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept
looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I
watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said,
"Are you sure I don't have enough money?" She replied a bit impatiently,
"You know that you don't have enough money for it. The aunt told the
little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things
and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy
continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was
for.
He said, "it is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She
just knew that Santa would bring it."
I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it.
He said "No, Santa can't go where my sister is" "I have to give the doll
to my Momma to take to her"
I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes
and said "She has gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that Momma is
going to have to go be with her."
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and
said, "I told my Daddy to tell Momma not to go yet. I told him to tell
her to wait till I got back from the store"
Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love
to. He pulled out some pictures he had taken at the front of the store
and said, "I want my Momma to take this with her so she don't ever
forget me. I love my Momma so much and I wish she did not have to leave
me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very
quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a
hand full of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money
one more time?"
He grew excited and said , "Yes, I just know it has to be enough" So I
slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. And of course it
was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me
enough money."
The boy continued, "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy
this doll so Momma can take it with her to give to my sister. And he
heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Momma a white
rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll
and a rose for my Momma. She loves white roses so very very much"
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could
not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in
a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept
remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier
about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the
Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on rather to
remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with
that story.
Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the
life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little
boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later
that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some
white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.
And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll,
and the picture of the little boy in the store.
I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy
had for his little sister and his mother was over whelming. And in a
split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to
pieces.

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