Others Rhymes & Ramblings

By Ruth Bell Graham
Plenty
is always provision for a need: another’s or some future of our own– unrealized, perhaps; unseen.
The seven years of plenty Joseph stored against the years of famine that would come.
So when a winter promises to be severe, nature generously provides for little friends; and sensing in her lavish spread a hint of coming want, the ants and squirrels are busy harvesting; and so am I.
I have been so generously provided for in happiness, good memories,
family, and true friends; and more than all– His presence and His Word; perhaps it is a “sign,” as mountain people say, that winter is to be a tough one.
If that is so,
let it be; my larders are well stocked.  

 

By Ruth Bell Graham

May she have daughters

of her own

to care

when she is old

and I am gone.

I should have loved

to care for her once more

as I did then

long years before.

I was a mother young

and she – my child.

Caring was joy. So when

she is old and I am There,

may she have daughters

of her own

to care.

By Ruth Graham

It seems but yesterday

You lay

New in my arms.

Into our lives you brought

Sunshine

And laughter –

Play –

Showers, too.

And song.

Headstrong,

Heartstrong,

Gay,

Tender beyond believing,

Simple in faith,

Clear-eyed,

Shy,

Eager for life –

You left us

Rich in memories,

Little wife.

And now today

I hear you say words wise beyond your years;

I watch you play

With your small son,

Tenderest of mothers.

Years slip away –

Today

We are mothers

Together.