Thursday, October 8, 2009

My heart...my most treasured gifts

I wanted to share a couple of poems with you. My very most treasured gifts in life are my two sons. They are 25 and 23 yrs old now. I hope you will understand if you have read these poems many times over...but, they are precious to me.
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed there is a God I could always talk to .
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it's alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you cared,
and I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked...
and wanted to say thanks for all the things
I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.
-author unknown
and...
a Randy Travis song:
Three Wooden Crosses
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
Ones headed for vacation, one for higher -education,
and two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children;
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered:"Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained Bible in that hookers hand.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained Bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
Who gave this Bible to my momma,
Who read it to me."
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.

1 comment:

  1. Janet, this is an absolutely beautiful post today!!! You said it all so perfectly there is nothing I can really add. . . Love to you, Vicki (a momma who also raised two beautiful sons)

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