FACEBOOK Poems - part 8

7:55 a.m. Monday, August 20, 2012.

''Be it ever so humble'', so says the song -

tho' mine is real messy, ''there's no place like home'.

... and it's where I belong.

(From Wikipedia: The lyrics to the song: "Home, Sweet Home" were written by John Howard Payne and the music composed by Sir Henry Bishop, in 1823.)

8:42 a.m. Tuesday, August 21.

Every family has some: clueless uncles and goofy aunts ...
so if I'm too old to be your honey,
I'd still like to join you for a meal or a dance!

(written in less than 10 minutes on Friday, August 10)

9:35 a.m. Wednesday, August 22.

Been up awhile - better go eat.

Strawberry ice cream - that's my treat!

9:05 a.m. Thursday, August 23.

Death and taxes and bugs and bills -

Daily with me and always will.

But I'm thankful for other things -

I'm alive so my heart mostly sings!

While I'm still breathing, I know I can cope

With all of my problems, and I still have hope.

Thank you, God, for forgiveness when I stray.

I know I'll be blessed with Heaven one day,

(written in about 10 minutes late the previous day)

8:20 a.m. Friday, August 24.

Love is patient so while I'm living -

I know God is love - patient and forgiving.

8:15 a.m. Sunday, August 26.

Why are some people nasty? Why do some like to control?
Don't they know when they hurt others,

it also leaves them in the cold?
I know God knows what goes on, and that He cares for me,
but when a friend becomes hateful,
I wish my brain had a ''delete'' key.

Such meanness is like a virus that eats inside my brain.

Please, God, remind me to praise you,
Please God, take away my pain.

(written in about 10 minutes the previous evening.)

8:50 a.m. Monday, August 27.

Oh how terrible to be sick, especially on Sunday morning -

Can't chance exposing others, so I'll stay in bed, a'groaning.

(written especially for Joyce Brumbeloe, who was sick the previous day and unable to make it to worship.)