This mother’s heart has been pierced.
“A soft answer turns away wrath.”
The rebuke sits heavily on my ears.
I have no reply,
Nursing the hungry infant
Weaning from breast and bottle
Teaching the toddler to walk
Here’s a bit of humor for Wednesday morning….
or Why Didn’t I Think of That?
My five-year-old son got a thought in his head
One day as he sat at the foot of my bed.
He wanted to wear my old stockings, said he;
I laughed when he told me and said, “Now hear me:
You don’t really want to put on pantyhose;
They’re scratchy and itchy and hot—goodness knows!”
“That’s right,” said my sister, who came in just then.
“Just listen. I’ll tell you a story ‘bout when
I wore pantyhose to a dinner one night.
They itched me so bad that I looked quite a sight.
My boyfriend caught on, so I pulled myself up
And tried to act ladylike during our sup.
The itching persisted, however, and I
Thought, ‘If I can’t scratch soon, I think I will die!’
I tore off the pantyhose right then and there.
Abashed, my poor boyfriend ran fast down the stair.
That guy doesn’t make my phone ring anymore.”
“Cheer up,” my son said, “‘Cause I’ve felt them before.
The outside of mom’s hose is silky. Don’t pout.
Next time why don’t you turn your hose inside out?”
October 30, 2002
© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
Photo courtesy of Pixabay
Two excited little boys take a seat in a military aircraft on exhibit at the air field
Grandma and Grandpa await our arrival.
You can catch a nap in the car
Until we get there.
Laughing, playing, working
Never a dull moment
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul. Continue reading
Weep not, dear ones, for I’m not there
In casket cold or graveyard bare.
A Song for Sunday
lyrics & music by J. B. F. Wright, 1925
Precious mem’ries, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred past unfold.
There was a lovely princess
Who lived short time ago;
She laughed with other children
And played in sand and snow.
working, schooling, running
sun, eagle, owl, moon
slowing, playing, relaxing
Photo taken just south of Skyline Drive in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, 2014