Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

A mothers inner thought prior to adult offspring {me}having neuro surgery. {see comment, below.} I watched you grow  While praying, so A cure, it would be found. My heart was sore,   I prayed some more Each time you fell to ground. My eyes did weep,  Who, would you, keep When dad and I were gone? And yes, it’s true, I prayed that you Would NOT be left alone. But then a glim Of hope from Him I’ll tell you, I WAS scared The years of pain Had been my bane  I’ll know not, how you fared. The choice was yours, YOU fought the wars Of anguish, when it hit. I prayed with dad That we’d be glad Your choice would make them quit. I feared the worst Would you be cursed? You’d know not, dad nor me. Your memory gone? A star that shone? We prayed the BEST, would be. That evening came  Would we HIM blame? We visited to see, And from afar,  HE .............. GAVE............. ME ..............POWER, Whene’er you winked a

Wrestling World In his corner, boots and trunks,  Trying to look brave,  Eyeing me both down and up  Wondering if I'll cave  To his demeaning, bullying gaze  His pecs and biceps pump  Hoping that his menacing stare  Will cause my throat to lump. But I, though leaner, can deceive,  Good tactics I will use,  My lithe and supple, agile form  Will aid to him abuse.  With 'pins' and 'clothesline', 'headbutt', 'kick',  And 'diving elbow drop',  Weakened by my high 'back kick'  With final 'backhand chop'. He tries his best to rally round  To submit, he'll not yield,  The ref, though, sees his flailing arms  Decides, he must concede.  But undeterred and utt'ring threats  A rematch he insists  He leaves the ring, frustrated mood  While pumping iron fists.

                                                         A hug is so affirming,                                                        With body contact, true,                                                          A reassuring comfort                                                      That someone cares for you.                                                        Whether clothed or natural,                                                      The warmth that is expressed,                                                            Gives a reassurance to                                                          The one who is caressed.                                                          It need not be long lasting                                                     Though long tight hugs work best                                                           To know you are of value                                                              Is a joy, we can attest.          

I'm a Survivor [To the tune "I'm a believer"] I thought life was only good for other folk Meant for everyone just not for me Seizures out to get me That's the way it seemed Second class status destroyed my dreams Then they saw my scar, yes I'm a survivor Not a trace, of doubt in my mind I’ve been cured, yeah I'm a survivor No sign of seizures left behind. I grew up within the cloud of paranoia Wond’ring when the next one, it would strike Seizures tried to take me But they didn’t win I’d the strongest  ally on my side Then they saw my scar, yes I'm a survivor Not a trace, of doubt in my mind I’ve been cured, yeah I'm a survivor No sign of seizures left behind. What's the use of trying All you get is pain When I yearned for sunshine I got rain, Then they saw my scar, yes I'm a survivor Not a trace, of doubt in my mind I’ve been cured, yeah I'm a survivor No sign of seizures left be

  For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal,    declares the LORD Jer. 30 : 17 The rest of the ward are sleeping I'm laying here alone I wish this ordeal were over And I were safe at home. The nurses bustle around me To them, it's all routine, They don't realise the turmoil Or the trials I have seen. But it's now in the still dark nighttime That I feel HIS presence so near The ONE who said He'd never leave If I called, HE would be here. Now I'm being prepared for surgery, To the theatre I'm being wheeled And though I may feel insecure,  To fear, I dare not yield. Now I feel unconsciousness coming  As my eyes begin to close I feel as if I am drifting. . . . . . . . . . . Slowly. . . . . . into . . . . . . . . a doze. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I have awakened, feeling much better, My surgery has been a success, Again, as in all previous trials