Novenas and prayers go a long way...much more then you or I
can ever realize, so if Mom (or Dad) are ailing or sick,
let me know and we can both light a candle for her/him and
pray - My Mom strongly believes in St-Anthony de Padua and
my family has prayed to him and to St-Jude.
May God Bless You!
A MOM SAID TO HER CHILDREN
A Mom said to her children,
I love you all the same.
I call you each by name,
Come in out of the rain.
I offer you a place called home,
To drop in when you're all alone.
I offer you the gift of chat,
My doorstep is a welcome mat.
Inside this little simple nest,
I try to offer you my best.
There's nothing that she wouldn't do,
For all her children, me and you.
And in return what Mom needs most,
An occasional hug, a tiny post.
To let her know that you're alright,
So she can get to sleep at night.
Now if I saw her eyes in tears,
The nightmare would last for years.
Pride is not a friend for very long
Who cares if you are right or wrong?
The best thing that a Mom sure needs,
A simple Thank You for her deeds.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright 2000
SO SAD THE DAY YOU WERE ALL ALONE
Oh sad the day you were alone,
Beloved one did not come home.
Searching each and every room,
Instead of her, you met gloom.
So many memories were alive,
Wait a minute, you waited five.
Nothing amiss, all was in place,
A mask of fear covered your face.
Your inner soul started to shake,
A loss like yours, so hard to take.
You cried yourself to sleep that night,
My love, My life, tis time to mourn,
So sad the day you were all alone.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright October 9th, 2003
A FLOWER SMILES AND ALSO WEEPS
The outer shell, so dark yet comfy,
I'm disintegrating from within.
Where am I going? It's much too bumpy,
I've shed my coat for a stem so thin.
A big bright light has captured me,
I'm sprouting leaves, despite my plea.
Night is my only time to rest,
Oh how I fear that garden pest.
Each morning I grow a little taller,
Oh Mama, can't you hear me holler?
Hush now...quiet...someone is near!
Her gentle voice says not to fear.
That water sure did quench my thirst,
I thanked her with a bud...my first.
My crown of flowers, pretty in bloom,
She oohs and ahs..sings pretty tunes.
Oh things are happening much too fast,
My petals fade...how long will I last?
She murmurs softly and picks the seeds,
And pulls out all them choking weeds.
A flower smiles and also weeps,
Display of splendor is not for keeps.
I heard her whisper the other day,
About the perfect spot for me to stay.
The nights are cool, the days are short,
The winds are blowing from the north.
As I thank her, she understands my smile
and weep,
She put me next to Mama's roots so
warm and deep.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright 2001
THE BABBLING BROOK OF LAUGHTER AND TEARS
When you were just a young little boy,
A babbling brook brought you much joy.
So early we'd rise, only birds were awake,
Off to adventure, refreshments we'd take.
It never bothered us just to sit on the ground,
As we threw our rocks, how we loved the sound.
The babbling brook was our very special friend,
We didn't want to leave or our fun would end.
Silent we were cause we didn't want to miss,
The pebble or rock as the brook it would kiss.
Those that fell to the bottom, we clearly did see.
As for the others, wondering where they could be.
Although our special outing lasted an hour at most,
"Mom I threw much more", so proudly you'd boast.
Oh I'd let you win cause you didn't want to lose.
I didn't want you to cry so it was easy to choose.
Now Life is a babbling brook of laughter and tears,
A straight or a winding road of winnings and losses.
So take aim and throw far, it'll dispel your fears,
Into the clear babbling brook, bury life's crosses.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright May 2nd, 2002
CALLING YOUR NAME
Someone whispered my name,
Once again it was the same.
A door open wide beckoned me in.
You asked: "Where have you been"?
And there on your loving face,
A smile nothing could erase.
Eyes dimmed by so many tears,
Happiness, dispelling my fears.
Deep down that heart ache was gone,
For in your name I heard that song.
Yesterday seemed like a second away,
Until tomorrow, you said you'd stay.
And hand in hand, we feel asleep,
Promising no more would we weep.
As from my dream, I finally awoke,
Calling your name but no one spoke.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright May 1st, 2002
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS OF
SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2001 and TO ALL AMERICAN TROOPS OUT THERE
DEFENDING THE FREEDOM FOR WHICH AMERICA STANDS FOR...
even to us CANADIANS!
THE EAGLE SOARING HIGH
I'm in the faces and the sounds,
Of people all around.
My body lies inside the ground,
But there I won't be found.
I'm in the whisper of the winds,
The eagle soaring high.
And melodies only an angel sings,
I'll never say good-bye.
I'm forever by your side,
Until your tears subside.
My love will never die,
The eagle soaring high.
I'm in the bedroom for a peek,
My children as they sleep.
And always be right by,
The eagle soaring high.
I'm there with Mom and Dad,
In moments when they're sad.
A gentle touch as they cry,
The eagle soaring high.
I'm shining bright in the moon lite,
A soldier's guiding light.
Home is where we want to be,
We miss our family.
We are the guardians in the sky,
The eagles soaring high.
American spirits never die,
They never say good-bye.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright December 29th, 2001
RUNNING THROUGH THE MEADOW
Running through the meadow
Just as fast as I can go
Echo of your words, a cruel blow
Trying to pretend that it isn't so.
Running through the meadow
Heart so heavy, spirits low
Falling, falling to the ground below
Crying, I really didn't want to know.
Running through the meadow, pain is easier to hide
And it understands that my love had lied
And like spent flowers, feelings have died
Aching in my heart from the tears I cried.
Walking through the meadow
Daisies pretty row by row
Falling petals whisper softly
"New ones will grow".
Spring will come again
Now 'tis time to let go
Time will erase the pain
You'll find a new beau.
Winter's in the meadow
Daisies buried in the snow.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright 2001
OH MERCURY...MERCURY
I saw the highlights of your fiery red hair,
Oh Mercury, Mercury, you ain't playing fair.
My temperature's rising, I'm gasping for air,
I'm tempted, so tempted by your devilish stare.
Ruby lips tantalizing, I'm succumbing in shame,
Oh Mercury, Mercury, so skilled at your game.
You move like a serpent in search of its prey,
My soul wanting to leave, body begging to stay.
You're offering yourself like a prize I must claim,
Oh Mercury, Mercury, never asking my name.
Now I hear the hunger roar deep in my heart,
My vows to be faithful, you're tearing apart.
Why have the heavens put you there in my path?
Mercury's naked beauty alluring, a welcome mat.
My mind asking my body, is this all a dream?
Clinging onto the cliff, like a thread to a seam.
Jenny Philbert
Copyright 2001
HE SAID HE WAS LEAVING TODAY
He said he was leaving today,
So many things he just can't take along.
"You can keep them or give them away,
I'm a man and to a kid they belong."
He gave his stuffed TEDDY one last kiss,
"Gosh you're one fella I'm sure going to miss."
He took a last look at his pillow and bed,
Could see he was crying, his eyes were all red.
My heart was silently crying in pain,
Things would never be quite the same.
But I went and stood by his side,
And I flashed him a smile oh so wide.
"My SON...you are going to be just fine,
Dad too was nervous on his wedding day.
I remember the things that he left behind,
Bet they're still there, all tucked away."
Jenny Philbert
Copyright
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