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    Poetry by Mrs. Kate

    Sandy Beach

    Loved like Shell

     

    I wore my shoes to walk the beach

    Crushing shells beneath my feet

    I liked the crackling sound they made

    Crunch crunch crunch, each footfall laid.

    Pausing, I picked up a shell

    Perhaps a rainbow?

    Who could tell?

    Kaleidoscope

    A spectrum true

    Every color, every hue

    Danced before my marveling eyes

    What a treasure!  What a prize!

     

    I slipped it in my pocket

    And rubbed it with my thumb

    Chosen and now cherished

    I felt the comfort come.

     

    For though I’m one of zillions

    A nobody for certain.

    SomeOne Special picked me up,

    This shattered, broken person.

    He scrubbed me and He rubbed me,

    Made the hidden colors glow,

    Plunged me in an ocean

    Of His love and made me know

    If I’m rolling in the deep

    Or tossed onto the sand

    I’m loved like shell securely

    And I’m clasped in Jesus’ hand.

     

    Copyright 2019 by Kate Carpenter

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    The Grandkids are Gone

     

    The grandkids are gone

    There’s holes in the yard

    The floor needs a mop

    And I am so “tard.”

    The grandkids are gone

    And I’m missing the hugs

    The lizards and frogs

    The jars and the bugs.

    The grandkids are gone

    And their parents are, too.

    I can’t believe all

    Of the work that they do.

    The grandkids are gone

    And my arms are bereft

    Oh where are the kisses

    And hugs that they left?

     

    They’re here in my heart

    They’re smeared on my face

    They’re locked in my smile

    And none can erase

    The mem’ries we made

    The horses we fed

    The fish that we caught

    The songs before bed.

    The walks and the talks

    The braiding of hair

    The chocolate cake

    and hearing their prayers.

    And I’m counting the days

    And wondering when

    The Good Lord allows

    Us to see them again.

    The grandkids are gone

    And I can’t hear a peep,

    But the rumbles of love

    In my heart never sleep.

     

    Copyright 2019 by Kate Carpenter

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    The Carpenter family gathered from far and wide to celebrate Pastor Tim's retirement in December 2018. 

    You can find more poems on my Pinterest Page!

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