Ode To My Son

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What ever happened
to that carefree little boy;
Who loved life
and all that it entails;
Pretending to be Superman…
Wearing his red jacket for a cape;
Jumping off the steps pretending to fly?
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Now a man…
with a son of his own;
Perhaps a little less carefree…
But, still with imagination
and sense of humor;
Caring and helpful
a great dad
Any daughter or son would love
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No matter what life throws at us…
We must never lose our sense of wonder;
Our carefree joy of life and love;
Always imagining we will be
More than we can ever be
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B& W Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Light

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Living in darkness
Trees reach for the light
Following the sun
As it reclines on the edge of the world
Knowing that without light
There is no life
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My soul rises toward the light
In a world filled with darkness
Evil pressing in to overwhelm
Terrors for all who dwell below
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Let your spirit rise with mine
Reach for the Son
The source of Light and Life
Always shining never hiding
Spirit touching spirit
Reflecting the Light of Love
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My escape
From the eternal darkness
Closing in around me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Baby Boy

jason-with-home-made-sock-monkey-001  I am sure you know someone who has adopted a child. It is a very special time, and sometimes a difficult one for the child, especially if the child is a year or two old.  I wrote this lullaby for my grandson who had a difficult adjustment to his new family. Nights were frightening to him. He is now well adjusted and full of life.

Sweet Baby Boy

Sweet baby boy just close your eyes

Go off to dreamland with a sigh

Sweet baby boy fly away

To worlds unknown beyond the eye

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Sweet baby boy come to me now

With all your tears a cryin’

Sweet baby boy I’ll ease your fears

And soon you’ll be a sighin’

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And when you wake I’ll be right here

Near you I’ll be lyin’

To keep you safe and let you know

This is your home where I am

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Through tears and fears throughout the years

I’ll always be your Mother

And though you might not understand

There’ll never be another

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

She Turned 93 Today…

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I am amazed at how time passes so quickly. This month is almost ten years since my two sons traveled with me to Eastern Pennsylvania to see my mom on her 93rd birthday.  She enjoyed our visit and seeing her grandsons  very much. A couple of months later in August she passed away.

When I returned home I reflected on our visit and her spirit. I wrote this poem as a tribute to that spirit and her long rich life, not in money, but in things money can’t buy.

She turned 93 today, 93 today

Her breathing’s hard

Her spirit’s strong

She’s still not ready to go

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She turned 93 today, 93 today

With a century of memories

Still sharp in her mind

She’s still not ready to go

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She turned 93 today, 93 today

Her face lit up

Her smile grew broad

She’s still not ready to go

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She turned 93 today, 93 today

Fresh berries in a cup

She soon ate them up

She’s still not ready to go

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She turned 93 today, 93 today

Time for lunch,

Up she got

She’s still not ready to go

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She turned 93 today, 93 today

Grandsons made her smile

With their pictures for awhile

She’s still not ready to go

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Another day another visit

Weak in body strong in spirit

Mom turned 93 today

And she’s still not ready to go.

 

A Tribute my Mom Beatrice Roth who turned 93 July 16, 2007

   It was my last visit with her before she died in August.