My Monthly Meditation
for August
is a new poem
I penned for Mom.
Kitchen Counters
Lined with Jars
Lifted from Steam
by Towel-Wrapped Hands
from hot Pressure Pots
always busy on your stove.
How I loved to hear the
pop, pop, popping
of their sealing lids.
Your canning
kept us all so well.
Den Floor Rugs
Lined with Tots
Dropped off each Morn
By Racing Moms from
Nearby Homes fully
Trusting in your Love.
How I loved to hear the
caw, caw, cackling
of those crazy kids.
You loved them
all so very well.
Sidewalk Beds
Lined with Pots
Planted with such Pride
Prettied up our Home with
Hues of every shade and
Cuttings you would share.
How I loved to find the
bud, bud, budding
you gifted us each Spring.
Your labors
kept that yard so well.
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Nursing Home Wards
Lined with Rooms
Closed off from the World
Still Racing on Outside.
It's here I find you now each week
longing for you to speak – Oh, Mom,
I want to hear you tell again your
sweet, sweet tales
of faith and hope and family.
Your stories
warm my heart so well.
Mom's Gifts
t. loessin
7-31-2023
More Monthly Meditations
New:
December 2023
The Message I Find in the Familiar Story
Previous:
Personal Responsibility
Sept/Oct, 2023
God Gifts Us With A Tomorrow
July, 2023
The Leopard and the Cow
February, 2023
In an Age of Division Can We Find Our Way
To Love and Accept Everyone?
January, 2023
What Do You Know About the Man?
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More of Terry's Written Works
Terry’s “Good Living” Guide:
Avoid the 3 PsBsSs
Processed Foods, Phthalates, Plastics;
Beef, Butter, Breads;
you’ll be feeling better in no time!
Avoid the 3 F’s
misinformation, fear, anger and hate!
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