MY ANGEL,MY MOTHER

 


Before my mom passed away,every year when I would send her a card,rather it was Christmas,Valentines Day,Her Birthday or Mothers Day,I would always make the time to take the time to write in her card all she means to me,how special she is.This is a poem I wrote in one of her cards on Valentines Day 2001.

She has always been there for her eight kids.She lived a very hard life but always left herself behind to be there for her children or others that needed her.This poem was written in memory of just one of her great sacrifices..I was 18 & had cancer.I remember going into the emergency room,mama was with me,then I came out of a coma,my mom was with me.I was in the hospital for 2 months,my mom was with me.Sleeping every night sitting in a chair with her head on my bed,just in case I woke up & needed my mother.After 2 months of being in bed,they said I could get up & take a shower with someone at my side.I told my mom she could go home for a while to get some well needed rest.She had left just long enough to go get a little rest.After I got out of the shower,I wrapped a towel around my head,went to sit in bed to put on some makeup because my husband would be here today,I wanted to look pretty for him.I got my makeup on and then went to take off my towel to brush my clean long hair,but with the towel came all my hair,I was bald.I started crying & again needed my mom,my poor tired mom,so selfish me called her & here she was again with me,bringing me a wig and her love.Feeding me baby food,feeling my pain each time I took a bite.For I was given too much chemo for my size which was only 86 pounds,but I was so swollen that they said I was about 120 pounds.When I finally got out of the hospital,my mom is the one who caught the bus with me every week to go back to the hospital to get my chemo shots.And my mom was there to hold me and cry with me every night as I screamed in pain,throwing up from the chemo.My mom was with me holding me & crying with me when my husband left because he didn't think my hair would grow back.So you see why I call her my Angel.

                                    MY ANGEL,MY MOTHER

God chose you for my angel

He knew you'd look over me.

He knew through good or bad

Like Him,you'd still love me.

 


You were always by my side

Through my joy and when I cried.

Through my sickness and my pain

You were there,nothing to gain.

 


Your love for me was true

Through your love,my love grew.

You taught me how to care

Even when others were unfair.

 


You had your own heartache and pain

But for me you left it behind.

You are my Angel from God

A beautiful heart,so giving and kind.

 


So always remember my sweet mama

That I will share your love.

I cherish all you've been to me

You are my Angel sent from above.

 

Linda Knight

                          

 

 

FOR A FRIEND WITH CANCER


Current mood:PRAYERFUL
                THE POWER OF PRAYING FOR OTHERS

Look out everyone,
He's at it again.
When we think we're ok,
Then he does a tail spin.

If your walking for God,
You better watch out
For when you are on fire,
He'll try to take you out.

He'll huff & he'll puff,
Try to blow you away
But remember this is the time,
To pray,pray,pray.

Pray for yourself,
And for one another
For our prayers are most powerful,
When we lift up a brother.

The Lord says,draw nigh to Me
Resist the devil,and he will flee.
So keep on praying and you will see,
That prayer always works when we agree.


                                                                      By,
                                                                           Linda Knight

 

TRIALS ARE FOR GROWING


God allows us to go through trials,
So when it's over we can see others pain.
We'll be able to help them
Get back on their feet again.

We can really understand them,
Without just saying,yes I know.
But truly feel their pain inside,
For the pain we had helped us grow.

Now others pains we understand,
Because we had them too.
So we can really help the hurting,
Because these pains we've been through.

We must all have some suffering,
For we must suffer as He.
And when the suffering is over,
We can help other's to go free.

So we're all in it together,
And this we must see.
Our trials are for others,
As His trials were for us on a tree.


                                     By,
                                           Linda Knight
 

 

 

I wrote this to my oldest daughter when she was 16.She wanted to grow up but yet she still wanted to be a little girl.To me she will always be my little girl.I love her so.Funny,I read it to her today at age 31 now & she laughed and said she sometimes still feels that way.

SHE'S SO MATURE

To me she's but a child

About a lot she's still unsure.

Not really knowing what she wants,

But in many ways she's so mature.

She does and then she doesn't

She really isn't sure.

Yes I like him,well maybe not

But in many ways she's so mature.

I'll wear this,no maybe this

I'm really not so sure.

Yes your right or maybe not

But in many ways,she's so mature.


She's just a little girl

But yet I'm not so sure.

To me she's just a little girl

But in many ways she's so mature.

 

Sometimes she thinks she wants God

Then other times she's unsure.

I believe she says,or maybe I don't

But in many ways she's so mature.

 

Linda Knight

 

 This poem was written to remind people that to God,we are the same.We all bleed red.He died for us all.We need to put our differances behind us and know that we all need Jesus and one another.

SAME BLOOD

 

Red,yellow,black or white

There are no colors in His sight.

Brothers and sisters,we are all one

All united by the blood of Gods Son.

 

For on that day He shed His blood

He did it for all,not just one.

All life could have ended in the flood

But that's the day we all begun.

 

He loved us so much you see

He worked us all into the family tree.

He bought us with His sacrifice

The stripes,the blood,oh what a price.

 

So lets bring glory to His name

Loving each other,race and color the same.

For all of our blood is red

The same color for us that Jesus shed.

 

So when others of anther color come to you

Tears running down their face.

Just love them,knowing that you cry too

Saved only because of Gods grace.

 

When they are wounded and they bleed

Just look and see their blood is red

It matches yours,it's from the same seed

For all colors and races His blood was shed.

 

So reach out and touch others today

Looking at them from within

Erase the color that you see,wipe it away

And just love that bleeding soul as a friend.

Linda Knight

 
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