Posted in April 2019, Etheree, NaPoWriMo 2019, Reverse Etheree

A List Of Things

Clipboard with list

Things

Things lost

Things broken

Things we’ve found

Things of beauty

Things chosen in haste

Things we’ll treasure forever

Things we let go to slip away

Things broken by their use or misuse

Things left behind, forgotten, unwanted

Things dreamed about yet never received

Things dreamed about that we’ve achieved

Things we never wanted but got

Things that rose up like weeds

Things we kept to appease others

Things we threw away

Things we’ve loved

Things we miss

Things lost

Things

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#NaPoWriMo—Day 9–Prompt: write a list of things

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Posted in Etheree, March 2019, Scripture

The Greatest Gift

God

So loved

Everyone

Yes, everyone

In the whole world

That He gave us a gift

The most precious gift He could

He gave us all His Only Son

Who died to save us all from our sins

And bring us all into eternal life

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These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God. 1 John 5:13

Posted in Rhyme, September 2013

The Sacrifice

It’s done. It’s  over,
The locks lay in piles on the floor.
The curls of contention,
Are no more.

Pushed to the breaking point,
He gave in.
He gave up the hair he loved,
And the dream he held within.

To conform to others wishes,
He put his feelings aside.
He became their new person,
While his real identity died.

Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson   09-15-13
Dedicated to my grandson Dylan

Posted in May Flowers 2013

Lovely Lilacs

Lilacs
Lilacs


Lilac!  The sight of you is like the visit of an old friend.

Your fragrance brings back fond memories of childhood
days in May when you bloomed in my front yard.

We children would run and play while enjoying the scent
you surrounded us with.

Mother would let us pick bouquets of you to grace our table and
to share with neighbors who were not as fortunate to own a bush such as you.

Lilac,  I loved you as a child,
and I still enjoy your purple splendor in my yard
and upon my table in May.

Leona J. Atkinson
05-19-13