School of Hard Knocks

I had way to much material for this one. As I was editing, it was hard to know what to cut out. I may have a couple more poems about this subject.

School of Hard Knocks
School of Hard Knocks,
Is not for wimps!
You feel the shocks,
That make you crimp.

Lessons you learn,
Cause lasting harm.
That may be burned,
Upon your arm!

The strong goes weak!
The weak, then, strong!
Your up the creek...
With things gone wrong.

But when you come
From out the fire
You've now become
One to admire.

So many shapes.

    I've been thinking about this concept for a year now. Last Sunday I was at church and I mentioned it at Sunday school. I wrote this poem when I got home.

So Many shapes
Take a piece of clay, so many shapes it takes.
Only the imagination limits what it makes.
Then it comes to life, from clay ball into real,
So valuable it is, that you could buy or steal.
The clay disappears into man or dog,
The truth of what we see is in magician's fog.
But in the end, that horse, that looks like it could nay,
Or the man looking proudly on, are still made of clay
This is like commandments, we get from above.
Some rules seem restrictive, to always live thereof
The laws that we must follow, look and feel so hard
Sometimes it feels impossible, like heavens gates are barred.
Remember then the image, of a man or horse or dove
Because just like clay, commandments are all made up of love

Good Start

I found this one in an old note book. My kids were still baby's at the time. I wrote this for my sweet heart.

Good Start
Wake up in the morning, sunshine's in the room.
Birds are singing sweetly, ushering out nights gloom.
The children are awaking, stretching and rubbing eyes.
Reaching arms for holding, to sooth out baby's cry's.
Mommy mine, keep you near, hold you in our hearts,
Remembering how lovingly you gave us a good start.
We're still so young, and its hard to guess,
All the things you do to share your love with us.
We love you mommy for all the things you do
That lets us feel so loved, always, through and through.