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MAMA’S PRECIOUS HANDS

Her hands were small and wrinkled
The veins large and blue
They had toiled long and hard
As mothers’ hands do
In years they were less agile
And so, moved rather slow
A sad part of growing old
I wish it were not so

They loved to write a story
To draw and write a rhyme
But it didn’t happen often
As they could not find the time
For they made almost all my clothes
And how that needle flew
They cooked and baked and canned
And made a garden, too

They milked the cow twice a day
Culled eggs from the nest
Scrubbed the floors and washed the clothes
Her hands could find no rest
And even if she found some time
That freed her just to sit
Her hands were busy mending clothes
I said, they never quit

And when I journey back in time
With memory’s sweet recall
I feel those hands on fevered brow
When I was very small
They also had a magic touch
When tending scraped knees
Or burns or cuts or bruises
Putting frightened child at ease

When death finally stilled them
They were folded in repose
They looked so small and fragile
As they clasp a single rose
I bent and kissed those precious hands
For all they’d done for me
But I still see them full of life
In frequent memory

3/8/89 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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    GOD’S MASTERPIECE              rosebud-toni-elaine

               (Toni)

 

Heaven’s gate must have opened

And a cherub slipped through

I know, because I’ve seen you

And hugged and kissed you, too

 

You’re quite a little treasure

Perfect in every way

A rosebud from God’s Garden

A flower in my bouquet

 

You’ve cast your spell upon me

And I don’t mind at all

In fact I rather like it

Being charmed by one so small

 

And what a perfect word to give

To someone just like you

GRANDchild fits you perfectly

I promise you, it”s true

 

God formed your pretty little mouth

And made it mighty sweet

Then He worked to perfection

On your wee hands and feet

 

Next, He formed your tiny nose

And eyes, (the bluest blue)

He fashioned perfect little ears

And silken hair, too

 

He kissed your cheeks to make them pink

And dimpled both your knees

And then He sent you on your way

Knowing you would please

 

You’re a marvelous little Angel

Although there’s not one wing

And I’ve fallen in love with you

My precious little thing

 

 3/10/66         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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    GOD’S GREAT TAPESTRY

 

My small grandchild came to me

          And leaning up against my knee

Asked, what happens when you die?

          And then, before I gave reply,

 

Why can’t everyone walk, like me?

          Why can’t some people hear or see?

How is it that our God’s the same,

          But religions have a different name?

 

Why do people fuss and fight?

          How come he’s black and I am white?

If I’m happy, why isn’t he?

          Why doesn’t he have as much as me?

 

Hush, Dear Child, and listen here.

      I don’t know it all I fear,

But I will undertake the task

          To answer most of what you ask.

 

I guess it’s hard to understand

          Life’s complexities in our land.

In order to see, you will be wise

          To view with heart, instead of eyes.

 

God made man from dust, you know

          And all men back to dust must go

But death just means this body’s gone.

          Our Soul’s new body will live on.

 

This earth is just a stepping-stone

          On the way to the Heavenly Throne,

And if we follow God’s command

          We’ll all meet in the Promised Land.

 

We’ll pass from earth, to Heaven’s Gate,

          Where such as you need not wait,

For it’s opened wide to let you in,

          And also others cleansed of sin.

 

The Angels sing to welcome you

          Those gone before, join in, too

Happiness shines on every face

          When standing at the Throne Of Grace.

 

We’ll have new bodies, free of pain

          It’s Heaven’s gift that each will gain

I truly hope I’ve made it clear

          That death is not a thing to fear

 

Now for the rest you asked of me

          Please listen very carefully

With open mind and open heart

          And learn from what I may impart

 

Characteristics of humanity

          Compare to a garden’s variety

There’s colorful flowers on display

          And some of each, make a great bouquet

 

The blend appeals because of hue

          And life should be that way, too

Think how dull the world would be

          If all were just like you and me

 

For color of skin, eyes, and hair

          Are just facets of the shell we wear

And underneath, I make this claim

          All of us are just the same

 

You mustn’t let trouble you

          Someone else’s different hue

Judge man for what he is inside

          For prejudice is just false pride

 

You asked about man’s belief

          I’ll tell you this, with much relief

It matters not the given name

          ‘Most everyone’s God is the same

 

To you it may seem rather strange

          But different viewpoints, cause such change

And that is how Faiths saw their birth

          In different areas on this earth

 

Now for your questions on one’s health

          Also those on poverty and wealth

The hurtful side does seem unfair

          Because these things are hard to bear

 

But perhaps it’s God’s ultimate goal

          That this should refine a person’s Soul

And if they rise above their test

          I’m sure that they are truly blessed

 

Now, those who choose to fuss and fight

          Haven’t learned to love just right

They’re filled with anger, and also hate

          But they can change, it’s never too late

 

Though hard it is, to change one’s way

          It should be done without delay

Forgive and forget ills done to you

          And give much love and kindness, too

 

Sometime in our journey of life

          We meet with sorrow and deal with strife

And sadness comes from our dismay

          But just ’til the pain goes away

 

For happiness is a state of mind

          And really not so hard to find

Look Up (not down) – ahead (not back)

          It’s easy, once you get the knack

 

One last word I give, my Dear

          A quote, to help you conquer fear

‘You would not see the rainbow’s hue

          Without the storm that frightened you’

 

Your questions were deep, for one so small

          And I told you, child, I know not all

But I did my best to answer true

          All of the questions troubling you

 

And things that I’ve related here

          Should give you understanding, Dear

It’s been His plan through history . . .

          We’re threads in GOD’S GREAT TAPESTRY

 

 

12/19/99            Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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      INCHING ALONG

 

What is it that you measure,

Little “inch worm” on my vine?

You seem to have a purpose

On this massive bush of mine.

 

You’ve traveled down a tree trunk

But you don’t seem fatigued,

For your pace never lessens,

And that has me intrigued.

 

Are you mapping out a journey

Where my flower garden grows,

Or headed for a dinner

In a lovely nectared rose?

 

I watch in fascination

At your undulating crawl,

As you inch on up and over

My little garden wall.

 

I know I should destroy you

Before offspring’s on the way,

But you’ve worked so hard to get here

I’m going to let you stay.

 

6/21/95          Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Rescued

          RESCUED

 

I saw a cat approach you

As  you fluttered on the ground

Prepared to pounce upon you

Without the slightest sound 

 

I hurried to your rescue

And got there just in time

To save you from an early death

While you are in your prime

 

Then I took you to my garden

Where a flowered bush grows

And there you sipped the nectar

From the center of a rose

 

Then you basked in golden sunshine                 

And dried your dew-damp wings

While I enjoyed the beauty

That a butterfly brings

 

1/20/01 – Phyliis DeWitt VanVleck

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A Flash of Blue

    A FLASH OF BLUE

 

Along my garden’s floral path

I saw a flash of blue.

It came to rest upon my arm,

And then as if on cue,

It rose to glide upon a breeze.

I marveled at the grace

And fragile beauty of its wings,

As lovely as fine lace.

Then I noticed that my garden

Was alive with patterned hue,

As small wings slowly fluttered there

In floral rendezvous.

I knew that this exquisite scene

Would not be mine for long,

For soon the tiny wings would stop

In metamorphosed song.

 

9/4/91      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

 

4’th … Indiana NPD 1992

1’st … Indiana NPD 1993

1’st … Arkansas NPD 1996

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