Sunday, June 10, 2012

Summer Mom

How blessed this Summer morning.
The gentle scented breeze.
Golden shafts of sunshine,
showered from the trees.
New life in the hedgerows,
blossom dancing round.
Drinking in the wonder,
where beautiful is found.

Looking up to rustling leaves,
against the bluest sky.
As overhead an Eagle soars
flies my spirit high.
Over velvet mountains,
fields of golden corn.
Fills my soul,
makes me whole,
and perfect peace is born.


Saturday, June 9, 2012

For My Queen

Sixty years of Service.
Sixty years of life.
And in-between,
all goes unseen,
a mother and a wife.

No privacy to speak of,
an ever open book.
Idolized and criticized,
by all who stop to look.

Born into a no choice deal,
still learning how to be.
You bore the Crown of England,
Became ‘Her Majesty’.

Through wars, and threats, and scandals,
Unflinching in your role,
You have led our Country,
Given heart and soul.

Gracious Lady
Thank You,
for all you mean to me.
May God Bless,
with peace and rest,
this year of Jubilee.