Poems
by Jane King
Inside The Old Farmhouse
Inside the old farmhouse, 'round the old oak table, near the large bay window
not noticing the icicles against the windowpane
Tommy Jones eagerly gulps his steaming oatmeal, sprinkled with brown sugar
laden in rich cream, thanks to Daisy the cow, who grazes in the pasture just
beyond
Tommy wants to ride Horace, his favorite horse
who's grazing with Daisy in the pasture just beyond
Inside the old farmhouse, 'round the old oak table, near the large bay window
unsettled by the icicles against the windowpane
Mamma Jones uneasily tries one bite of her steaming oatmeal
The waves of nausea set in
Her swollen tummy is laden with the unborn child within
who sometimes sleeps and sometimes bleeds
The doctor says she must stay off her feet to stop the hemorrhaging
But to pay the doctor, she must help work the farm and milk Daisy the cow
who grazes in the pasture just beyond
Mamma Jones prays that the unborn child inside who struggles to survive
will safely keep and soon become a lusty newborn kicking and alive
then soundly sleep within the comfort of her arms safe from harm
Inside the old farmhouse, 'round the old oak table, near the large bay window
unfazed by the icicles against the window pane
Farmer Jones steadfastly eats his steaming oatmeal
Every bite is laden with hopes and dreams for his family
He gazes out the large bay window at Daisy the cow who grazes in the pasture
just beyond
He wills Daisy (and her family) to produce enough milk to keep the farm and
the barn
and the farm animals in the barn well fed and safe from harm
to keep the old farmhouse and the Jones family safely inside the old farmhouse
eating their steaming oatmeal 'round the old oak table, near the large
bay window
despite the icicles against the windowpane
to keep Tommy riding atop Horace, his favorite horse, every morning of his
life
to keep Pete the farm worker working the farm so as to keep Momma Jones off
her feet
to keep paying the doctor to keep the unborn child inside alive and safe from
harm
So that Mamma Jones may soon hold a nestling newborn in her arms
A tough order to fill? Yes, it is true
But fill it she will. Daisy, they're counting on you!
Outside the old farmhouse far beyond the old oak table and the large bay window
just beyond the pasture within the deep bare branches of a tree
a red robin cheeps A night owl sleeps
The morning sun seeps through melting the surrounding icicles
making the tree branches warm and dry making the bay window sunny and bright
A new day has begun
Take heart everyone!
A Softly Whispered Prayer
The Farmers wife swings
a little boy
in the air
Hi Diddilee
Dee
He laughs without care
Little boy becomes a man
Farmer goes
to his rest
Sad young man pensively plans
To help feather the nest
This determined young man
In his navy
blue suit
Becomes an accountant
With a bonus to boot
He asks his Mom to dinner
Don't worry
I will pay
The waitress smiles to herself
As
she goes on her way
Neath' brimming toasts to her
corporate host
Mom whispers one lost prayer
Where oh where is that sweet little boy
She used to swing in the air
Glittering Threads
Mothers are the Morning Sun
They make
sunshine ‘til day is done
Fathers are the Evening Moon
They guard sweet dreams that end too
soon
Children are the Scented Earth
Both Sun and Moon bless their sweet
birth
The Sun and Moon and Scented Earth
Are blessed by God above
Glittering with silver-gold threads
Of His abiding love
Little Dove
Oh little one little one
Softly cooing
dove
Baptized by holy waters
Flowing from above
Fly forth most gentle dove
On blessed wings so high
The winds of peace and love
Will guide you through the sky
The Sunflowers
The flowers are dancing
In the sun
today
I wonder what makes
The flowers dance that way
A Heaven Scented Miracle
One day I asked God to send me a miracle
He
sent you.
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