She was brave as brave could be
even though not quite three.
It took an hour or so
for her to think, “Where did she go?
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Krista’s Prayer
Before leaving our heavenly home,
Father may have sent you with a prayer.
I can only imagine what was said for you,
Since I wasn’t there.
“My dear precious one,”
He said as you sat upon his lap,
“Dear sweet little soul,
The time has come for you to leave this home now,
But please remember your goal.
Oh, how I want you to succeed.
I want you to win this important race
In order to do that,
You must forget, for a little while, this place.
But I am sending you to a faithful,
Loving home.
A special place that waits for you,
And where you will not be alone.
I am giving you many gifts
To help your spirit grow.
Many blessings to help you,
Like a mother who will love you so.
You will also have a father
Who is there to see you through.
The two of them are there and waiting
And will help you to stay true.
You’ll get to have two sisters,
Who will become your best friends.
And soon you’ll have a brother,
To stand by you till the end.
And a host of others,
Who are waiting there with love.
Because they realize,
You are a gift from here above.
Dear child of mine, dear little one.
My dear Krista Lyn, you have done well
While you have been here,
And you have hearkened faithfully to counsel.
Though you won’t remember any of this,
Truth with have a familiar chime.
There are gifts you have now,
And others you will discover over time.
You have the choice how to use your gifts,
But do not use them for the wrong.
If you will turn your gifts to me,
I will make them right, and true, and strong.
Temptations will come.
You have no need to fear or cower.
You have the gifts you need
To become a woman of honor and power.
A will as steady and strong
As the mighty oak that grows.
Some will try to turn you,
But stay close to me, I’ll fight your foes.
An imagination to lift your thoughts
As if on eagle’s wings.
Sights only you will know unless
You help others see what you are seeing.
A smile and laugh to be treasured,
And a delightful wit.
Remember to share them often,
To brighten those you are with.
I’m sending a friend with you,
Though you won’t see or know her.
A veiled guide for you,
An angel on your shoulder.
But remember, remember my dear Krista Lyn,
When your long, fruitful life is over,
Come home to me, again.
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The Best Known Cure…
I really do think
I need your upmost pity.
Fair dinkum and true –
because I’m one sick puppy.
Not like that, sicko!
I’m truly sick as can be.
I don’t wanna move.
I feel bad, oh woest me!
It hurts all over –
I feel downright crummy.
Yes, I’m serious.
No, this ain’t hyperbole.
Wait, what did you say?
there’s a doctor for me to see?
Hmm, what do you know!
I’m feeling good suddenly!
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The Little Man’s Hands
The light of day had already gone,
But I wanted to go for a walk.
It was too cold for most to go along,
But he said he’d join me,
So I waited while he got his shoes on.
Then the little man’s hand,
Slipped into mine.
I knew, life would be fine.
It may get tough,
But nothing is stronger than love.
I held on tight,
As we walked that night.
I felt the promise of the plan,
In the warmth of the little man’s hand.
With bright eyes he looked at me,
And a smile that’ll make many friends.
There was no place I would rather be,
Than on that winter’s night
To be walking with him next to me.
How quickly the little man grows.
Now he’s playing,
Memories he’s making.
As he is learning
He keeps growing
One day he’ll be knowing
Then the man will be leaving.
That’s just the way life goes.
But for now,
The little man’s hand
Slips into mine.
I know, life will be fine.
It may get tough,
But nothing can beat love.
I’ll hold on tight –
And enjoy the night.
While I still can –
Hold onto the little man’s hand.
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This Secret Might be the Death of Me
What do you mean
it won’t happen today?
Keeping secrets –
not really my forte.
I need to tell.
I so desire to share.
Making me wait –
kinda mean and unfair.
Let me help you
with an explanation.
I will describe
the situation.
Picture a dam
holding back the vast sea.
Now look closer
because that dam is me.
And the water
is that darn ol’ secret
I have to keep –
I can’t share quite yet.
“I can’t hold it
together much longer,”
Scotty worried
he thought they were goners.
I can relate –
this is all I can take.
Leaks are springing –
this dam is sure to break!
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That One Special Friend
You’re not all there, are you?
There is no if, possibly, or maybe.
You are in all the way.
Absolutely, positively crazy.
The light is usually off.
A few aces shy of a deck.
Dancing to your own music.
Your dots just don’t always connect.
But I prefer it that way
and that is in no way a shocker.
Because as you can see
I’m also totally off my rocker!
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I So Want to Eat Lunch (but it’s only 9:00am)
I am
really very hungry, you know.
Why do
the dumb mornings drag by so slow?
I want
to eat my lunch – dig in – right now.
But this
one thing I won’t – I can’t – allow.
Because
then I will be hungry at two.
And that
won’t work for me – it will not do.
Because
at two I fight to stay awake.
And this
routine I can not, will not break.
If I
give in and eat my lunch too soon
Then I
face a very long afternoon.
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Your Hurt
I don’t know
what you are going through.
I won’t lie
and tell you that I do.
I can tell
the hurt is deep and true.
I won’t try
to offer a platitude.
All I ask
is to let me cry with you.
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I am a Supe-Supe-Superhero
Here I am, livin my life
This life – my life – is my story.
As the director I decide
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