The last rose of summer
Competes with the red maple
Leona J. Atkinson 08-31-13
As I ride the World’s Roller Coaster,
Each day offers different emotions.
One day I am “King of the Hill”,
The next I find myself at the “Bottom of the Barrel”,
Often I feel like I am “The Man in the Middle”.
But when each day’s ride is over,
I make time to talk with my Father,
And His words bring me comfort.
I find my true identity
In the truth of His words.
I am a Child of the King,
But His Kingdom is not of this world.
Leona J. Atkinson 08-29-13
Back to School time
Two grand daughters shop together
As different as night to day
Leona J. Atkinson 08-28-13
I am thankful for my hands.
They do so much for me each day.
They are my handy helpers,
While at work or at play.
I often don’t give them notice,
Or the credit they are due.
But they shouldn’t be taken for granted,
For its amazing to think of all they do!
So today I wrote a list,
Of how their day was spent.
From the time I rose up,
Until to bed I went.
I was pretty humbled,
To see all they did for me.
In the time frame of a day,
So much activity!
So I want to give them thanks,
And appreciation for each task.
They should never be taken for granted,
These hands who perform without bring asked !
Leona J. Atkinson 08-27-13
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Such a perfect day
Enjoying it on my deck
Then it starts to rain
The perfect day ends with me
Not having to water deck flowers
Leona J. Atkinson
My mom’s day of birth.
She is no longer here on earth.
Her presence within its gates.
I remember her and give thanks.
In remembrance of my Mom who was born August 25, 1915 and passed into heaven October 10, 2001
Leona J. Atkinson 08-25-13
Beautiful boxes sit all around me,
Some carefully wrapped with bows.
My joy fades as I open each one,
And find them empty.
Leona J. Atkinson 08-24-13
I was going,
But now, I’m not.
Plans change so quickly.
Another day passes,
As I do mundane tasks.
Time passes slowly.
Days become filled
With work and school.
Minutes fly by.
Sunrises in the East.
Sunsets in the West.
Moments in between are a blur.
Life–a daily gift.
Have I used it well?
Have I shared it with others?
The Lord of days
Watches it all
For the ways of man are before the eyes of the LORD, And He ponders all his paths. Proverbs 5:21
Leona J. Atkinson 08-23-13