Since it's Memorial Day weekend and Mother's day is just past, I thought I’d post a poem my mother
wrote. It has been printed in a small newspaper, and you get to see where I get my writing talent.
The poems about when my dad was very ill with colon cancer. It was near the
end of his life when he was the sickest and couldn’t watch TV or read.
Really he couldn’t do much at all, and we had to be quiet for him.
Then this little humming bird came and built this tiny, little nest. My dad watched it and it seemed to take him away from the pain he was in.
Really he couldn’t do much at all, and we had to be quiet for him.
Then this little humming bird came and built this tiny, little nest. My dad watched it and it seemed to take him away from the pain he was in.
I really
think that little bird was a gift from God.
A little
bird
by Jeanetta
Rockholt
My first
husband was very ill,
we all had to
be very quiet and still.
A mother
bird flew by our house.
Since we
were so quiet, she decided to stop.
She began
to build a house.
Our porch
she decided to adopt.
Underneath the
porch’s ceiling, on the TV wire,
nest material
she began to acquire.
Such a
worker, you wouldn’t believe.
A beauty of
a nest, she began to achieve.
Three tiny,
beautiful eggs, she began to lay.
She was a
humming bird, so the tiny nest she made.
Three little
birds began to hatch.
They were
all humming birds, so each other they matched.
The first
birds that grew
Up and out
of the nest it flew.
Out to the
shade tree and then,
There were
two.
After a
while, one was left to grow fat, and there he sat.
On the nest
like a chair, just like that.
He licked
the ceiling, as we watched, amazed.
His mother
worked so hard to feed him, she was dazed.
So off he
flew, one day, like the others,
whether they
were sisters or brothers.
What a joy,
my husband, and we all exclaimed.
Only a tiny
little nest on the wire remained.
Now for my book:
Janice's website: http://janiceseagraves.org/
Janice's depute book, Windswept Shores: http://pinkpetalbooks.com/Windswept-Shores-Janice-Seagraves.html
Windswept on kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Windswept-Shores-ebook/dp/B003URROMW
Windswept on the nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/windswept-shores-janice-seagraves/1025707130
Now for my book:
Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?
Janice's depute book, Windswept Shores: http://pinkpetalbooks.com/Windswept-Shores-Janice-Seagraves.html
Windswept on kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Windswept-Shores-ebook/dp/B003URROMW
Windswept on the nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/windswept-shores-janice-seagraves/1025707130
9 comments:
What a wonderful poem, and a lovely tribute to your parents. Good luck with the book.
Nancy Lee Badger
author of
MY HONORABLE HIGHLANDER
Such a beautiful, loving tribute. Thank you for sharing.
A nice tribute to your parents.
What a nice memory to have of your parents!
What a wonderful tribute to your parents. Your mother is very talented poet.
Best wishes!
I just love this poem, such a nice tribute.
Thanks for sharing.
Lynda
Hi Everyone,
I had trouble leaving a comment the other day, so I'll just leave a simple group thank you here.
Thank you everyone for the kind words. I'll tell mom how much you liked the poem. :) She'll be thrilled.
Janice~
I can vouch for the healing power of birdwatching. It's a fascinating and beautiful hobby.
Best of luck with your release, Janice!
~Adele
Heartwarming poem, and loving way to remember your father. Your mother has a gift for writing poetry.
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