"wyndee" poems
Born on this day
my firstborn child
In Huntingburg
far from the sea
The life that's given us by God
so full of possibilities
Her destination still unknown
she strikes upon the path of life
so full of wondrous mystery
she sees a world filled up with strife
And picks her way among the stones
(life doesn't mete out dulcet tones)
But then again that still small voice
calls from the vail of destiny
"To Love is such an easy choice"
"Come here my child and rest in Me"
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
It's cold outside
and it's windy, Wyndee
The sun is obscured by the clouds.
Do you know that on Wednesday, Wyndee
the flowers will bloom
and the grass will grow
and what do you know...it's Spring outside again.
The Sun will be shining, Wyndee.
When you look out the door you'll be finding
That the birds are singing "Spring" outside
What a wonderful time of the year!
Love, Mom
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC