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BLESSED BE

When we had gathered I’d heard told

Dad wished for a daughter to mold.

He planned to name her Sue”, Mom said.

She blessed him with a son instead.

So named, Terrance, was baby boy,

Terry, for short, his Momma’s joy.

And time passed”, Mom went on to say,

but love did not, to my dismay.”

He wanted a girl of his own.

Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone.”

To raise in his image, a must,

so she’d be a girl he could trust.”

He’d sometimes call that boy by Sue

and there was nothing I could do.”

Took him under my wing, as such

though he longed for his father’s touch.”

It was five years ‘fore our girl came;

his girl he could finally name.”

And so Sue became Daddy’s girl

with cheeks to kiss and hair to curl.

Mom said it was a busy time

and that Terry felt left behind.

So he trailed behind big brother;

Mom’s first born son; like no other.

Who was named Ralph but nicknamed Mac.

Who would always have Terry’s back.

Before long they filled up their nest.

Dad kept Sue separate from the rest.

They grew up strong. They grew up smart.

But over time they grew apart.

After losing Dad their hearts broke.

Momma’s love wrapped them like a cloak.

But in time, they left one by one.

Their life’s work needing to be done.

Mac served in the U. S. Navy

and made Mother proud as could be.

Sue went on to be successful.

Marriage, career; life bountiful.

Younger girl, Kathy, moved out West.

The youngest, long sent from the nest.

And Terry, himself, came to be

successful too, with family.

I’ve known them now for many years.

Shared lots of laughter, lots of tears.

I’m the youngest sent from the nest.

Who found my Mom and all the rest.

Now inspired to write it down.

This bond of love which has us bound.

We lost Kathy and miss her joy.

And now, Terry, that little boy.

To all he gave his special love.

And now is with the rest above.

My heart feels my poor Momma’s grief.

Wishing I could provide relief.

But she is strong and will go on.

Always giving hope towards new dawn.

We all have her laugh, this I know

I hear her, through life, as I go.

Mom’s with us thru are daily do

and we are always with her too.

When I’m sad and tears fall like rain

I hear my Mother’s laugh again.

Our Mother; Mighty Momma Oak

opening up her loving cloak.

Little acorns wish for cuddles.

Momma keeps them safe from puddles.

For My Mother, my brothers and sisters, my nieces and nephews

and my daughters.

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Where’s Heaven?

by Kat McMann

 

Everything was good; everyone happy.

Now everything has changed deep inside me.

 

I am feeling sad and I’m feeling mad.

I can’t understand why this hurts so bad.

 

I want to believe this only happens

in the books read to me after napping.

 

In those, I learned we all go to heaven.

One day we’ll be with our loved ones again.

 

But I’m still feeling sad and feeling mad.

I can’t understand why this hurts so bad

 

And when I have to go to bed at night

I lay there and shut both my eyes up tight.

 

I try to picture Heaven in my mind.

where the ones I’ve lost, again, I will find.

 

And for a moment I feel so happy.

Peace, like a blanket, has wrapped around me.

 

Like a hug from Heaven to ease my pain.

And I can’t wait to see them all again.

 

But I have to wait for it’s not my time

‘Til then I’ll picture Heaven in my mind.

 

But it was theirs and only God knows why.

He promises I’ll see them by and by.

 

I feel my heart so heavy in my chest,

and a lump in my throat. I can not rest.

 

They all tell me it is okay to cry.

Will I be able to stop if I try?

 

I snuggle my face into my pillow.

My eyes fill up with tears and let them go.

 

My pain is so cold but my tears are warm.

More promises He will keep me from harm.

 

With each new day so begins a new start.

Loved ones are close if they live in your heart.

“Remembering” my Mom and the sudden loss of her 16 years ago today.
As if I could ever forget her!

But it was time to heal just a little more so I sent this privately and personally to the one involved in the car accident.

‘We share this day. It was the day our lives changed in a way that would change everything forever. I wanted you to know that I think of you sometimes and wonder how you are doing and hope that you have healed and are ok. I had prayed for you and your passenger that weekend as soon as I learned you both were in such bad shape. A friend of mine was a ER nurse at the time and would keep me posted on your recovery. When I saw you two years later at the courthouse (in the bathroom) I was overcome with emotion. My anger from grief turned into compassion and empathy in that moment because we were all “victims’ and we all suffered (including you and your family). Yes, I do think of my Mom every day and miss her terribly. I was so angry for so long for my loss and for the grief and loss my 10 yr. old experienced upon losing her Grammie after they had become so close. You are about the age I was when I lost my Mom. She had given me so much and so much to my daughter that her spirit truly lives on through us. And for that I am grateful. I’ve wanted to reach out to you before but I guess this was the time. I hope you can receive this well in the spirit of healing and forgiveness.
Take care of you and yours,
Katie McAlevey McMann’

I healed just little more.

If the Innkeeper Had Been a Woman

Would Jesus Have Been Born in a Manger?

Kat McMann

She knew they would have to rest for the night.

He led them on by the stars’ brilliant light.

When those weary two came to Bethlehem

if the innkeeper had been a woman

would Jesus have been born in a manger

or would she have found room for a stranger?

She’d invite them in to her cozy place

and witness relief wash over their face.

Settles them down at her humble table

and shares with them all that’s available.

A jug of milk, warm bread from the oven.

Demonstrating her love and compassion.

She cares for them, as other guests look on.

They are moved by her selfless devotion

to a young couple in a family way

who clearly did not have the means to pay.

As the couple sat with their heads bowed low

they thanked this kind keeper who helped them so.

Their spirits humbled and their voices meek.

The young woman shook. She was cold and weak.

The innkeeper then stoked up the fire

and each kind act began to inspire.

When they saw her take the shawl from her back

each guest opened first their heart then their sack

and sacrificed all that they had to give.

They’d do their part to help this couple live.

The grace they showed continued through the night

The blessed two becoming three by dawn’s light.

Happy Easter

Happy Easter

May the sun shine upon your face.

May your day be filled with Grace.

May a Bunny visit too

and leave yummy treats for you.

May you remember today

Jesus rose to teach God’s way.

And may your Easter be blessed

with feast, family and rest.

Kat McMann “Kat Scratches” @ http://www.askthekat.com

Things My Momma Taught Me

by Kat McMann

Careful what you wish for

it may come true someday.

If it’s not nice to say

don’t say anything more.

Never your bridges burn.

You may want to return.

Before a road is crossed

Look both ways or be tossed.

Rinse each can and bottle.

Flies come without dawdle.

Clean out your sink drains well

or you’ll play “what’s that smell?”.

Brush your teeth twice a day.

Keep cavities away.

It’s wise to eat veggies.

Tight jeans give you wedgies.

Do not procrastinate.

Nor should you hesitate.

Finish all on your plate.

Be a lady, sit straight.

Hold out for better rates.

And the same goes for mates.

It is rude to be late

so don’t make others wait.

(Those who know me–snicker

wishing I’d learned quicker.)

Ones looks come via fate.

Cross your legs on a date.

Save your butter papers

to grease your cookie sheet.

A lit match for vapors,

if needed, to repeat.

Keep up on the cleansing

of laundry, home and self.

Get use to some bending

and freedoms on a shelf.

Mom was wise many ways

and with me through my days.

But freedoms on a shelf…

I’ll decide for myself.

They are to take, I think,

off and enjoyed later.

With an umbrella drink

brought by a cute waiter.

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I think we all strive to be Earth mothers but so many of us feel like Rainbow moms, most of the time, trying so hard to find that balance.

I think I am naturally a Rainbow Mother and deal with guilt, because of that, daily.
ugh!

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