856289 Poems Read
Home
Login
Select to Read My Poetry »
Jesus Is Always True
I'm So Glad I Know the Lord Do You Know Him, Too?
Cooling the Apple Pies In the Windows
Remembering Mother's Day
The Beautiful Pink Daffodils
I Once Was Lost But Now I See
Mom's Gardenia Bush
The Wind and the Waves
Remembering Dad and Mom
The Beautiful Camellias
The Green Grass Of Home
The Love Of One Brother For Another
He Came Alone
Mother's Day In Heaven
I''d Rather Have Jesus
Jesus is Real
The Ringing of the Christmas Bells
Courtney and Ronnie Are My Mentors
Zandra Sees the Robin
The Love Of His Life Has Passed Away
Praise the Lord
Lyle--A Man of Many Talents
Ronnie and His Invaluableness
Ronnie--A Man With A Purpose
The Happiness of the Birds Is God's Gift To All People
Be One That Circumspectly Walks to Please God
Mom's Desire to Please God Is For All Time
Lyle Is a Treasured Man Whom I Care and Love
Ronnie and His Desire to Love Others
The Birds From God Gently Sing
Ronnie--a Man of Truth Always
Give of Your Best to Jesus All the Time
Give Yourself Over to God for All Time
Peace Is Found In Jesus Our Lord
Mom and the Hallowed Halls of Heaven
Don't Let Your Manners Slip
Apply Wisdom To Your Life For Christ's Sake
Miss Mary Ann Blesses the Lord Jesus
Lyle--A Man of Honesty and Justice
Lyle's Trustworthiness Is Superb Always
Ronnie Captivates My Attention Always
Sarah
Anne
Lennox and Jemison
Ty', Sai, Daniel Are God's Children
Josiah
Darien is A Wonderful Person
Lyle, A True Man Always With Every Sense of the Word
Ronnie,My Source of Joy
Lyle, a True Man With Every Sense of the Word
Ronnie--My Brother and Friend I'll Always Love
Ronnie--A Man of Truth
Mom Is In Heaven Forever and Ever
Ronnie Is My Brother and Friend Whom I Love
Ronnie Is My Fantastic Brother and Friend
Ronnie Is a Watchman Over Me and My Soul
Mom Was a Servant of the Lord Jesus Everywhere She Was
The Birds Have Come Back to Rest and to Sing
Lyle Was a Go-Getter In His Life
Ronnie Is a Most Decent and Dependable Man
Ronnie Is a Blessing to My Life
No One Has to Ever Go It Alone When Jesus Is Near
Mom Is Most Contented to Be With Jesus
The Birds Will Return to the Feeder and Will Sing
Lyle Is a Gracious and Precious Man In My Life
Ronnie Is a Great Man, Brother and Friend
Love Really Hurts
What a Wonderful Time Is Easter Sunday
Mom Saw the Lord Jesus This Morning On Easter Sunday
The Birds Echo the Melodies of the Past
Lyle Is a Wonderful Man and Brother to Me
Count the Costs of Failure and Then Of Success
Mom Always Knew the Right Thing to Do
The Birds Soar High In the Air In Song
Lyle Is My Brother Who Offers Contentment
Ronnie Is Near and Dear to My Heart
Ronnie On Easter Sunday
Fourteen Years and Three Months Ago
Ronnie Is Simply an Erudite Human Being Today and Always
Ronnie Is My Source of Joy
The Wonderfulness of the Singing Birds
Live Your Life According to God's Plan For Your Life
Peace Is Ours Through Jesus Christ the Righteous
Miss Mary Ann Warms This Heart of Mine
Mom Is Singing With the Angels
Stand Firm In Your Commitment to God.
Let God's Light Shine Within Your Heart and Life
Melani Is a Precious and Vibrant Lady
May the Sun Shine Today
Birds Offer Something of Beauty to All People
Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee
The Wealth of Cheyenne Is Great
Lyle Is a Wonderful Example of Peace and Tranquility
Mom Will No Longer Have Any More Seizures In Heaven
Don't Dabble In Sin for You Will Get Burned
Will Is an Outstanding Nurse and Friend
Miriam Is Someone Most Special and One Who Cares
Ronnie Is a God Send to Me and My Life
Renee Is a Beautiful Ebony Queen
[More Poetry -- ] -->>
I Once Was Blind But Now I See
A Home I Fondly Remember
The home was a five room house.
There was love everywhere you would care to be.
It was on North 20th Street where we lived.
I was at the age of ten years.
The life we had seemed so simple.
There were no difficulties of any kind.
Everything was as it should have been.
Love was the main ingredient there.
Our parents loved us and we loved them.
I say we for there was my older brother and myself.
Our years of growing were mainly done; in this home.
I love to remember the joy that was felt with each thing we did.
Happiness was ours most of the time.
We had our wants for Christmas time.
And what a wonderful thing it was for celebrating the holidays.
Memories are made of these times and for the better.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)
Contact Poet - Give Feedback.
Provide Feedback | Vote | Guestbook | Email this Poem
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
Visit My Home Page
|
Start Your Own Poetry Site
|
PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ]
[ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ]
[
Search
]
