The dairy puts the milk in the bottle,
My mum puts black jam in her tart,
I put my words down on paper,
But you put the hope in my heart.
God puts the colours in the rainbow,
Something about promises after the rain,
I manage to cope with the mind I have got,
But you light the spark in my brain.
In fact you are the spark that reminds me,
Though our time on earth is just a season,
That I am of value – and I have to trust,
For what happened – God did have a reason.
(Note: This poem is for Hazel – my home help.)
© Sally Owens, 27th July 2014
What a lovely poem. I really love poetry, especially when written for someone like that.
What a touching poem – I am sure it helped the important ‘Hazel’ in your life to feel appreciated!
Sally has written many lovely poems for her wonderful home help, Hazel. I’ll publish a few more later.
Hello Sally,
I enjoyed reading your poem.
You recognised me two years ago when in St Boniface Church. Can you recall the gang of five from Thornden School: Sue Pullen, Gillian Murchie, Sally Johnson, Philippa Davies and your good self?
Dear Ernie,
I’ll pass on your comment to Sally. Thank you for your comment and I’m sure Sally appreciates it.