Monday, April 29, 2013

MOTHER'S DAY


Many times after working all day, Mama's head hardly hit the pillow, when she jumped up to care for a crying baby.  Sometimes she stayed awake all night.  Her child came first.

Mama sacrificed a lot for our family.  Many times she gave her Baby Ruth candy bar to one of us kids, claimed she didn't want it.

She also ordered us to rest under the shade of the old oak tree when we worked in the garden.  We dug dirt, snapped beans, shelled peas, and shucked corn--the fruits of our labor on the farm.

I recall often when I washed the dishes, Mama said, "Let me have that cloth!  I'll wash the dishes.  Do your homework."

Additionally, Mama made my sister and me clothes on the treadle sewing machine.  I asked why she didn't make herself a new dress.

"Oh, I don't need a new dress.  I want you girls to look pretty," she said and her cornflower blue eyes sparkled.

Mama demonstrated the love of God by caring for our family.  She worked hard.

One of her favorite sayings was:  "You need to put a little love into your work."

Now Mama's hair is white as apple blossoms, and when she smiles, it's like the fragrance of roses wrapping everyone around her.  She's a mother figure to many people at our church, and to our community.  Her love has never failed me.

A mother's love is something that no one can explain.  Only God could fashion a mother's love.

I wish all my blogger friends a very Happy Mother's Day!

Monday, April 15, 2013

TULIPS


TULIPS


After William Wordsworth’s The Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
over the mountains and meadows,
when I saw a cluster,
a throng of tulips;
beside an old rock chimney,
pulsing on a breeze.

Continuous as soldiers marching
together in a platoon,
they kept time with
the robins trilling in pines:
dozens caught my attention,
a rainbow lifting praise.

The trillium beside them swayed,
but they out-did the wildflowers:
a poet could not be sad
beholding nature’s display:
I drank the beauty before me.

When I gazed at the television
in a bored state,
their faces came to mind:
my heart filled with joy
and I waltzed with the tulips.
--Brenda Kay Ledford












Wednesday, April 3, 2013

SPRING PRAISE SONG


Praise the yellow bell bush
ringing a song in dawn breeze,
the woods alive with wildflowers,
white-tailed deer leaping over fences.

Praise to the heavenly scent
of fresh-turned dirt,
sowing seeds in the garden,
bringing hope, a new life.

Praise to the bluebird
gathering twigs for a nest,
sheep clouds flocking
cobalt skies above Cherry Mountain.

Praise to the spring morning,
the tickle of fresh green grass
against bare feet. Bradford
pear trees offering ice-cream cones.




The Bradford pear trees are blooming here in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  They are beautiful and look like snow shimmering on the mountaintops and along the country lanes.  It's beginning to look a lot like spring!

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