A Prayer

Lord, another day and here I am again. This time I want to thank you for allowing me to understand.
You are Holy, Loving and Kind. Worthy of Praise and Honor; I know I forget this from time to time.
 Allow me to say, I want your will and will go your way.
To do the right thing isn't always the first thought on my mind.
 Help me to see this, and to always be kind.
 Forgive me for shouting, forgive me me when I doubt.  forgive me everytime I fall short in your sight.
With family I don't always say and act, like you are my Father.
But later you remind me and my soul is bothered. Why is it we fret and fuss and fume.
 When all it would take is a quiet word with you.
Forgive me for shouting, Forgive me when I doubt. Forgive me everytime I fall short in your sight.
To those who I've insulted, angered and hurt. I know that I can not take back my bitter words. I pray for God to erase and set right; the connection between family and let the love shine bright.

Pitty Party for One.

My heart hurts what more can I say.

I am no longer needed in your lives everyday

How selfish this sounds when I put it to pen

But this is how I feel every now and again.

Not meant to make you feel sad

This doesn’t mean that I am mad

No, just the opposite in a weird sort of way

I am proud of who you’ve become today.

I’m sorry for whining

I won’t pout anymore

Our Children.

Our children are not babies; they have grown and moved away.

Our children no longer need us in their lives every day.

Our children love us but from afar

Our children have families and their own car

Our children will not come just because we say

Our children have become individuals in every way

Our children have children; that’s grand of course!

Our children are parents; reality is forced

When does the child stop being a child?

This never happens, you will always be

Your Mommy and Daddy’s little one even at 63.

All Grown Up!

When you are born we have a goal.

To feed and nurture this cute little soul

The diapers and bottles, teething and such

Joy mixed with work, tears and play

 We teach you to walk and talk along the way

Make you pick up your toys and put them away

Learn to share, don’t bully or fight

A balance of spiritual and physical rights

Our goals are quite simple in the beginning

As you grow the rules you’re bending

Then comes the time when our rules don’t apply

At least from your perspective and away you fly

Now you are the grownup and we the standers by

Strangers in the same family; we ask why?

Isn’t this what we wanted?  Haven’t we taught you well?

Why is it so hard to handle? We have so much more to tell.

We are hurt and happy, proud and relieved.

Wanting to help but not knowing how it will be received.

We get angry and cry, we rant and we rave.

We watch from a distance and wait for the day

When at last you say we may.