Simply a Memory

Simply a memory is what it must be.
I felt it was Mother that I did see.
Her presence is still as strong as then;
I wish I could see her, but know not when.

I honor your life by living mine as you taught
My life must be worth all the strife that you fought.
I want you to know how I appreciate you,
It must have been hard since it was just me and you.

God gave me a gift when he made you my Mom
Why you lovingly created a dress for the prom.
You made many sacrifices just to see
That my life was all you thought it should be.

Your life was not wasted, I've passed it along.
You daughter has given your granddaughter the song
to sing for her children and know that we three
Are all that you wanted all of us to be.

I love you Mom.

Sharon Hemmerly
4/9/02

Familiar Generations

Outside, the rain runnels down windows, briefly nourishing the ground, giving life a taste
of what will come as a new generation of life is begun.
I rise and find my way up the attic stairs to finally weed out the years of waste.
As I kneel amidst the dust and cobwebs, I find my family...

Boxes and trunks full of memories, both mine and relatives past
I'm lost in the remembrances of moments I never thought would last.
I found within an old Bible the roses my Grandmother pressed
which were from the man she married, my Grandfather - they were so blessed.

My Mother and Father were married during World War II
You'd never know from their pictures that the world sought its' due.
The smiles upon their faces showed the promise of love
A shining moment in time, fulminating in treasures above.

All my past generations have passed on to God's Hands;
my aunts, cousins, all great and greater generations from many lands.
Leaving me to share present and past
with future generations in a way that will lovingly last.

I find myself unable to throw away or destroy any of what's in memory
I know my children, someday, will want to see who's on their family tree
I think I'll just rearrange these things, according to generations gone by
The years are all here speaking gently to me, familiar generations are bindings that tie.

Sharon Hemmerly
4/7/2002

The Great Designer

You are the Great Designer
I am the blank page
I pray you draw my life work
to last through any age.

As the Great Designer
you work is everywhere
For you've given life to all things
with wondrous flowing flair.

Your works are ever present
so beautiful and free
A blessing all around us
for everyone to see.

Thank you Lord for taking my blank page
forgiving me all sin
So that someday I may join you
a new life to begin.

Sharon Hemmerly
4/6/2002