The only way to
Fully embrace today
Is to let go of yesterday.
One cannot look back,
And at the same time
Successfully move forward.
You cannot be in the present
While simultaneously
Dwelling in the past.

If I should ask “Does iron float?”
One would reply, Oh no!
But truly, such was the case
Thousands of years ago.
You see, a borrowed axe head
Fell into a river
Down, down. Way down it sank
With no means to deliver.

Prayer was offered for the axe,
Which soon went a floating.
Then some hooked and drew it in
A wonder worth the noting.
And so the axe was returned
To its rightful owner
But only with a twist of fate,
It’d had been a goner.

Yonder
In the heights, a
Star shone bright. Glistening.
Streaming down ‘pon the holy night.
Christmas.

Plop, plop--
Flip flop. Scouring
Around in Momma’s shoes--
Too BIG for me. I aspired to be
Like her.

Dainty.
The pretty gloves
Delicately embraced
Her tender hands—enfolding her
Essence.

Her grace
Was so tender
Making her uniquely
The type of mother God called her
To be.

Because of Momma I know Christmas
She taught us how to celebrate
And tho’ she is no longer with us,
To be a part and undertake,
I will ever remember Momma
And will always appreciate
Her love for the holiest Season
And sincere zeal to celebrate.