What is my reason for arising at the break of dawn Will I be mad at the world or Happy singing a song I have the power to determine my mood To choose happiness or continue the fude Happiness is Blessed with a Peaceful state of mind Due to the calmness of my soul residing inside Jesus brings Peace and Happiness within The solution to the state I seek is inviting Jesus in February 17, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Grandma whispered wisdom, soft and true, Underneath a sky so vast and blue. "Brush your teeth every day," she'd say, A simple act to keep the shadows at bay. "And hitch your wagon to a star, Let it guide you, near and far. For dreams are lights in the night's embrace, Leading us to our rightful place." In her eyes, a twinkling spark, A guiding light in the dark. Her words, a beacon ever bright, Guiding me through the toughest night. So I brush my teeth, and then I dream, Beneath the star's gentle gleam. Grandma's advice, a cherished gift, My heart and soul, it does uplift. For in her wisdom, I find my way, Through every night and every day. Her love, a star I hitched my ride, With grandma's wisdom as my guide. February 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Advice give to me by Grandma Waldrop upon departing for College
Grandma Mabel Waldrop
“Grandma Maplenut”
In the jungles deep and wide, Where mysteries and dangers hide, A tiny soul was found inside A foxhole, where she did abide. Smoky, of the Yorkshire breed, Tiny, but mighty in deed. In World War II, a friend in need, A soldier's companion, lead by creed. For $6.44, a bond was sold, Between a Corporal brave and bold, And Smoky, whose story would unfold, In battles fierce and nights so cold. She lived a life of soldier's fare, Shared meals, and slept in Wynne's care. No official badge did she wear, Yet her courage was beyond compare. Twelve missions high, in backpack stowed, Above the clouds, her spirit glowed. 150 air raids, the danger sowed, Yet by her side, safety flowed. She warned of shells, a guardian light, In darkest hours, a beacon bright. Her heart, her spirit, fierce in fight, Guiding through the perilous night. A performer too, with tricks to show, Entertaining troops, a morale bow. In hospitals, her presence would glow, Healing hearts, with her spirited flow. Back to the U.S., hidden away, In an oxygen mask, she made her stay. Her legacy, in hearts, would sway, Entertaining, healing, every day. For ten more years, she gave her love, To veterans, with a grace from above. Her life, a testament, to the power of The smallest being, with the heart of a dove. Smoky, the first Therapy Dog, named, In history, her legacy framed. A tiny warrior, fiercely acclaimed, Her spirit, forever untamed. So remember the dog who braved the fight, With soldiers, through the darkest night. Her courage, love, and shining light, A beacon of hope, forever bright. February 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Dreams that fit within your grasp, Are too small, the poets gasp. For dreams should stretch, should leap, should soar, Beyond the now, to something more. If dreams aren't mountains tall and steep, That challenge heart and soul to leap, Then have you really dreamed at all? Or just stayed safe, within your wall? Dream big, they say, and then dream bigger, Let not your aspirations wither. For dreams that tower over you, Are the ones that pull you through. They’re beacons on life's vast, dark sea, Guiding where you're meant to be. So set your sights on stars above, Dream big, dream bold, with all your love. For in the chase, the pursuit, the race, You'll find your purpose, your true place. And even if you fall, you'll see, You've soared beyond what you thought to be. So dream a dream that's vast, immense, Let it leap over every fence. For only those who dare to dream, Find the streams that truly gleam. Big dreams, they say, are the key, To unlock potential, to set you free. So dream a dream that's more than enough, For in its pursuit, you'll find your stuff. February 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In a room of twelve square meters small, Lives a soul who’s seen it all. Eighty-two with stories tall, Children, grands, great ones call. No longer does the garden grow, Nor cakes on countertops show. Yet in her room, the world seems slow, Memories around her flow. Four children once beneath her wing, Now eleven sprouts in spring. Two great blooms, life’s offering, In a small room, she’s still a king. No lavish home or treasures vast, But care and warmth that always last. Blood pressure checked, the meals are cast, In gentle hands, her days are passed. The laughter of the young, once near, Now memories that she holds dear. Some visit close, some far, some never here, In silence, she sheds a tear. Hobbies remain, in books she dives, But soon her eyes, they strive. Loneliness, like a shadow, arrives, Yet in her heart, hope survives. She leads, she reads, to others, she’s a guide, Even when her own company subsides. A friend, a neighbor, by her side, Together sang, before she died. Why do they say life grows long? When solitude feels so strong. Yet, in her heart, where memories belong, She finds the strength to carry on. Photos, memories, her treasure chest, Reminding her of what she loves best. A plea to the future, to never rest, In remembering love’s eternal quest. “Don’t forget,” she softly sighs, “Family’s bond, the strongest ties. Through every hello and goodbye, Love’s echo never dies.” So, from a room, small and bright, A voice whispers into the night. In love and memories, take flight, And hold your loved ones tight. February 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
If you don't remove the burr from under the saddle The horse will continue to buck and be rattled Be alert danger lies not far ahead Being thrown you could end up dead The moral of this story remove the burr at first glance So both You and the horse have a second chance February 15, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In the quiet of the dawn, Where hope and faith are born, A journey deep within begins, To find where grace has always been. Learning to lean, learning to trust, In the One who is forever just. Finding strength in His embrace, Discovering a never-ending grace. With each step, a lesson learned, In every trial, His love discerned. Through valleys low and mountains steep, His promises, He ever keeps. Sad, broken-hearted, I sought His face, At an altar of surrender, I found His grace. Peace that surpasses understanding, so serene, In the quiet whispers, I'm learning to lean. Learning to lean, finding more power, In the weakest moments, His strength towers. More than I've ever dreamed, His love unveils, In the journey of faith, His truth prevails. So, learning to lean, learning to see, In every moment, where He leads me. Finding in Jesus, my everything, More power, more love, as I'm learning to lean. Learning to lean on Jesus, Through storms and through breezes. Finding more power than ever dreamed, In His love, forever redeemed. Learning to lean, finding peace in the fight, In the darkness, He is my light. With a heart learning to lean, and a spirit so keen, I find solace in Jesus, my King. February 14, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Won’t You Be My Valentine I’ll be yours if you’ll be Mine Valentines are very special They are Friends hard to find If You Find One, Keep them Close For they will always mean the Most They will always Love You no matter what they hear For between the two of you, God's Love Is So Clear As time goes by, Our Hearts Grow Larger We often ponder their departure We know when Our Valentine has to leave It’s only for a short time we shouldn’t Grieve We will eventually be Together Forever In Our Father’s Arms Happier than Ever February 12, 2022 Mark Waldrop
In the passenger seat, I lay my head to rest, With an experienced hand at the helm, I'm blessed. Asleep I fall, with faith so deep and real, In the skill of the one who grips the wheel. The road may twist, the night may steal the light, Yet in these hands, I find my fear takes flight. For just as in the car, I trust and feel, So in life's drive, I pray, "Oh Jesus, take the wheel." No matter the path, the steepness of the hill, With Him guiding, my heart remains still. Through storms and sunshine, His love does reveal, Peace and Contentment, with Him at the wheel. Each turn, each journey, His presence I feel, In trust, I surrender, no longer to deal. With faith, I travel, His strength as my keel, "Oh Jesus, take the wheel," my soul's earnest appeal. So as I ride, in passenger's seat or life's reel, I'm comforted by His love, which forever is real. With Jesus navigating, no fear shall I conceal, For in His hands, true peace and contentment I feel. October 8, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
The Tunnel on the road of Straight and Narrow is not very wide Many people cannot enter because of their inflated pride There is a crowd squabbling about why is it made so small It is all in God’s Plan to reduce to prideful from standing so tall If I wish to pass through the tunnel of pride Deflating my ego will give me a smooth ride February 8, 2024 MarkWaldrop