Not Today and Little Memories
Not TodayBy: Susan Maree Jeavons
When memories begin to fade,
when I break promise I’ve made,
and life no longer seems so gay
I shall be old, but not today.
For I have children I must hold
and many stories to be told
and much to see along the way;
I shall be old, but not today.
When I no longer care to write
of all life’s wonder and delight,
or take the time to kneel and pray,
I shall be old, but not today.
For there is much that I must do,
poems to write; at least a few,
and so much more I have to say;
I shall be old, but not today.
When love can’t make my spirit glow
and I care not if roses grow,
it’s then and only then I’ll say,
I shall be old, but not today.
For in my gardens, love has grown
in all the seeds that I have sown,
and never may it wilt away;
I shall be old, but not today.
When I care not how others feel
and life no longer offers thrill,
when hopes and dreams all fade away
I shall be old, but not today.
For I must not accept defeat
for life is short and oh, so sweet
and there’s no time to waste away;
I shall be old, but not today...
(c) 2001 Susan Maree-All Rights Reserved
Little Memories
I remember little feet
that ran across my floor
and tiny little fingers
that left smudges on the door.
I remember little hearts
that could break so easily
or burst with pride
each time they brought
a dandelion to me.
I remember little ears
that listened all the time
and little voices eager
to recite a little rhyme.
I remember little heads
that bowed at night to pray
and sweet, sweet little kisses
that I received each day.
I remember little eyes
that looked to me for care
and little smiles upon their lips,
when I had hugs to share.
I remember all of these
cherished little joys,
for a mother’s pride
is in the love
of little girls and boys.
(c) 2001 Susan Maree-All Rights Reserved
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