The day my son came to me and told me he was gay,
My heart wanted to melt away.
But God spoke to me as I always know He will,
Just as God loves me unconditionally, “You are my son, still.”
My son, my gift from heaven’s home above,
He is mine, forever to love.
I am Okay, You are Okay.
In His arms, we still stay.
Hey, ever marvel at the intelligence inside a computer?
Amazing knowledge, storehouse full of information for sure,
But I consider that I am far greater than what rests inside of it,
For only we, ourselves, can laugh at who we are,
And marvel because we are each made one of a kind!
Not a technology granny, searching for pictures in each nook and cranny. Hiding somewhere in a secret shroud, My poetry needs to come alive, for deep within it will yet survive. As always, I share what lives within me each day, My thoughts billow seeds of love that won’t pass away.
The long winter blues of bitter cold of snow or chilling to the bone
Seems like this winter especially has brought us down from our warm thrones.
Cling to the thought that soon winter will become a memory of the past
When we find spring’s warm sun, and the showers and rainbows of promises that last.