Golden Memory

It is that time for your final journey
Leaving us both with a sadness and yearning

You will be missed our golden child
You’ve been a joy from beginning to end
Because we love you so very much
On your final journey we send

We will miss your faithful eyes
As you wait for your next surprise
Your head would come to instant attention
When giving you licorice was our intention

Your longing looks at your papa’s face
Tears in his eyes there is a trace
You leave a void too hard to fill
Trying to forget against his will

Your jobs were clear in your eyes
Carry the paper no matter what size
Unloading the car, you carried your part
Always so faithful, such a big heart

We both remember the joyful times
Memories running thru our minds
Never a problem, always a joy
Memories of you with a brand new toy

We must go on with burdened heart
We must go on and make a new start
Remember our beautiful golden girl
We’ll never forget your golden curls

Jeanne Grant 8-17-04

I Am Woman

I am woman, hear me roar
As I mop the kitchen floor
Wash those dishes
Smash those wishes
Never ending always more

I am woman hear my plight
As I’m turning out the light
Make those wishes
Shove those dishes
Take the kitchen from my sight

Jeanne Grant 4-10-04

Finally

Jesus is my Savior and my Lord
God told me that in His great word
I never doubted that the word was right
I just kept it from my sight
Figuring if I read the truth
As I wandered throughout my youth
Did not want to suffer guilt
I closed off; a fence I built

The day did come, I was more mature
Started to think of my future
Still I did nothing but sit and wait
Unworried that I’d be too late

Finally the truth did humble me
It took a very painful tragedy
The I realized my days were numbered
Time to get myself disencumbered
Stop waiting to make that awesome choice
To praise the Lord and raise my voice
Say those words I needed to say
Thanks be to God for that day

I came to accept my Lord
And read about His beloved Word
It’s now so wonderful for me to see
Now I know where home is for me
I will now walk with my God
His name, I now can so laud
Thank God for patient being
Counting on my eyes all seeing

Today I have the righteous freedom
To know of His great Heavenly kingdom
I will live with Him some day
And with honor I will stay
I look forward to that time
When I find I’m past my prime
A time when I am past my best
And ready for my final rest.

Jeanne Grant 6-13-04

Food for Thought

Eating today makes no sense
Keeping track makes one tense

Eggs are bad eggs are good
Eat the whites, aren’t yolks still food?

Half cup of veggies, half cup of cereal
A cube of cheese, portions unreal

No processed, no fast food
No taste, no good

Fresh has ecoli and pesticides too
How do I know? What do I do?

Pills for this, pills for that
Pills to keep away the fat

No sugar, no salt
Ice cream? No, halt!

Preservatives are bad, additives not good
Remove what is there, insert some non-food

Too much information, no way I can win
It causes my head, to turn in a spin

I think I’ll just eat and worry no more
It’s all in the trash, need more from the store

Eating today makes no sense
Keeping track makes one tense

Jeanne Grant© 7-17-04

What's For Dinner?

What's for dinner?
My hubby would ask
Hamburger something
If I'm up to the task

The first time I said that
He stopped in his tracks
Wondered what it was
And how should he act

Hamburger something
Is easy to make
How can you mess up
Something you bake?

You cook up the meat
And mix in some stuff
When you run out
Then that is enough

Hamburger something
Is the name of the dish
You use as much of
Whatever you wish

Throw it in a pan
Into the oven it goes
Bake it one hour
It will tickle your nose

Whenever you're asked
What is for dinner?
Say hamburger something
And make up a winner.



Jeanne Grant 4-28-04

Make My Heart

Make my heart have only love
For all that I will see
Make my heart show only love
For all who pass by me

Make my heart see only love
For all are dear to me
Make my heart my witness be
For all eternity

Jeanne Grant 5-2-04

My Walk With God

When I started my walk with God
I found the way was very hard
Sinful ways I found were easy
But do not give the same reward.

I felt I wasn't good enough
I never felt success
But a friend told me this,
"You are a work in progress"

He said, "God doesn't expect
A perfect person for you to be
You work along the path of life
Learning so you can see."

So off I go on this great walk
Praying for all God's wisdom
To come to me in loving trust
And take me to His kingdom.

Jeanne Grant 4-25-04

Me N U & U N Me

Riding like the wind so carefree
Enjoying the day just you and me
Racing a sprint down the road
Having the wind caress the load

No one around, just us two
Having fun just Me N U
Spending the time getting the feel
Enjoying a day that seemed surreal

The ride was good, it was so relaxing
Had no thought it would get so taxing
Riding and riding slow and fast
Having fun just us at last

All of a sudden looming ahead
A big mud puddle left me seeing red
Scared to cross it, I hesitate
Made a turn but a mite too late

A turn to the left was a bad deal
Out from under slid the back wheel
Held on tight while I did slide
Into the mud, no loss of hide

All of a sudden the hills so bare
Became a crowded freeway oh so rare
People coming out from under rocks
To see the person muddy to the socks

Lying in the puddle cold and wet
Lifted my leg and started to fret
Felt like mush from the knee on down
Left my face with a huge old frown

Siren blaring, engine gearing
To the hospital we were tearing
Inside I was in a shock
Waiting for the one last block

All alone and feeling blue
First time at hospital guess I was due
Hustle bustle not able to care
Medicine made me unaware

Met the doctor, these words I heard
"You might lose your leg," how obsurd
Scared and in shock I had no clues
Not even grasping the serious news

The leg was set and a cast was on
Three days later for home I had gone
Bundled, stressed, and feeling weak
The days ahead seemed extremely bleak

Ten years later have made some gain
But still struggling with the pain
The moral to my lengthy story
Stay off cycles and spare the worry

Jeanne Grant 4-10-04

Weight

The clothes are tight
It’s such a fright
Look at me
Too much to see
Once was thin
Showed more skin
Now I’m plump
And hide my rump
Don’t want to show
That I did grow
And wear my clothes
Down to my toes

Jeanne Grant 5-28-04

Out of Darkness

Out of the darkness
Into the light
The difference between
Day and night

Seeking something
I knew not what
But my God led me
To the right spot

I now have light
Darkness no more
Waiting for God
And His Holy war

Then I can go
To the Promised place
To be with Him
In His Heavenly space

Jeanne Grant 5-16-04

My Birthday

Today is my birthday
I'm glad they keep coming
Just not quite so fast as
They seem to be running

It seems to me
The older I get
The faster they come
The more I forget

Just hope my mind
Keeps up with my age
Want to keep all my marbles
Not be a blank page.

Only time will tell
What the verdict will be
If my mind actually goes
Last to know will be me.

Jeanne Grant© 5-21-04

Ashes to Ashes
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to dust
Remember God’s word
Him you can trust

God is so perfect
We pale in His sight
No way to attain that
Try as we might

God knows all
No way to hide
When we do fall
He sees what’s inside

Full of love
We don’t deserve
Our place in Heaven
He has reserved

He says to accept
Jesus’ grace for our sins
And we will be his child
When our world does end

God is most awesome
And glorious too
He gave His one son
For me and for you

There’s nothing you find
That can compare
To God’s mighty word
And His loving care.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Remember God’s word
Him you can trust

My Passion

Poetry is now my chosen art
Even though late was my start
I did not know that I could rhyme
My words and thoughts for quite some time

Then one day a friend I found
Whose poetry was so profound
His words gave me the strength to do
Some writing and some poetry too

One, then two, then three I wrote
The chance of that seemed so remote
The more I wrote, the more I had
Falling out and on the pad

Writing poetry seems like a dream
The poetry path helps me redeem
The path that I had never tried
The poetry passion is now inside

Jeanne Grant 5-15-04

Could It Be Worse?

Out of their beds to a far place
Still in shock for having been sent
The reason was war, the name, Iraq
Following orders off they went

The weather is bad
Rations are sparse
Scared to sleep
Could it be worse?

Into the battle all did enter
Checking for bombs as they went
Never trusting, never resting
All their energy finally spent

The weather is bad
Rations are sparse
Scared to sleep
Could it be worse?

Meeting enemies in darkness
Noise that is deafening
Can’t see what’s there
Can’t see what’s happening

The weather is bad
Rations are sparse
Scared to sleep
Could it be worse?

The answer is yes
It could be worse
Remember the ones
Who no longer verse

Jeanne Grant 4-27-04

The Joke

My body is a failure
There is no more allure
The hair is dry
I know not why
There is no more a cure

My chin has many friends
They seem to never end
I cannot see
Where my neck would be
More chins my body intends

My stomach comes along
Something seems so wrong
Nowhere to be found
My waist does abound
For it grows daily strong

Continue downward to my hips
Wearing all that pass my lips
That cannot be
My huge hiney
I think I’m gonna flip

Knees were meant to bend
Mine will not be a friend
To bend my knee
Will set it free
And on the floor will end

My feet I cannot see
They will not set me free
They get me there
No time to spare
With them I’m happy to be

In consideration
Without hesitation
I’m not so sad
At looking bad
For all of the duration

What can a person do
When all of this is true
You laugh, you cry
You wonder why
Because the joke’s on you

Jeanne Grant 4-25-04

A Letter to My Child

This is a letter to my child
The one I never had
Never seeing, never knowing
Left me feeling bad

I know I would have loved you
I know I would have cared
Never having known you
Has left my soul so bared

The things I’ve missed I do regret
If only one day we had met
But know my child that you were loved
Just know from me I do regret

I’m sorry that you never were
Other plans made by the Lord
Plans we have no understanding
Trust Him says His Holy Word

Jeanne Grant 4-9-04

Till Death Do Part

Marriage is a game of give and take
All decisions you both should make

Starting out the best of friends
Move on to hugs and holding hands

Across the room you can connect
Without touching or contact

Loving glances, starry eyes
Honest answers, never lies

Loving each other and not another
Put your mate before any other

Love, respect, and admiration
Marriage vows…a foundation

Arms of comfort, strong affection
Arm in arm, the right direction

Choices wise, not a doubt
Till death do part, no easy out

Blooming love is so worthwhile
Always loving them with a smile

Jeanne Grant 3-16-04

Friday

Crinkled leaves upon her head
Flaming coat a fiery red
Jumping like a year old fawn
Romping through the day from dawn.
Never knowing never caring
Nostrils wide and ever flaring
Love filled eyes of pure pleasure
Finding all the hidden treasure
Her enjoyment never leaves her.
The wonder of a golden retriever.

Jeanne Grant 3-16-03

Joseph

Joseph was favored by his father
Loved more than his many brothers
He was given a colorful coat
By his father instead of goats
His brothers were mad, and they were jealous
They planned revenge and were so rebellious
Joseph trusted God to not forget
It just wasn’t God’s time, no not yet
They put him in a deep, dark pit
Then by some undisguised wit
Sold him to a wayfaring tribe
Sold him again, after a long ride
Interprets the dreams without hesitation
Absolutely accurate interpretation
He knew God and was very bold
He knew God’s word had to be told
The Lord had sent him on his journey
To fulfill God’s work, Joseph did see
He did his work and did it well
He made the Pharaoh’s kingdom swell
Helped his family, saved their future
Showed his compassion to every creature
Because of Joseph’s wisdom and loyalty
His own family was treated as royalty
His family safe, his job was done
His brothers finally loved as one.

Jeanne Grant 4-22-04

Old Love…Comfort Zone

When love comes in romance goes out
That is the way it turns
That is what love is all about
Don’t think it means to spurn

It doesn’t mean “no more love”
It doesn’t meant disaster
Love turns into comfort mode
Forevermore, and after

If love is deep within your heart
A difference it won’t make
Just remember these my words
It’s all about some give and take.

When you reach this point in life
When things are not all frantic
You will appreciate this time
Rewards are most gigantic.

Jeanne Grant 3-29-04