The "JESUS NAME" Project

   I want to share a poem that I had wrote for my mother. She had the best friend in the whole world and her name was Donna. They by no means lived next door to each other, there were many miles that seperated them.My mom lived in Archerwill and Donna in Maple Creek. But you would never tell, because every week one would phone the other and they would catch up on what the week held for one another.This went on for years and of course they would visit each other . They were there for each other to give comfort, encouragement  and they would cheer each other on. They were each others rock so to speak. It was Donna's dream to move to Archerwill when she turned 65, after she was on pension.  Then the unspeakable happened, Donna was diagnosed with Cancer,  and it progressed rapidly. My mother even though physically couldn't be there, she would phone her and encourage her all the way through. She was there for her and Donna knew that. Donna died on a quiet spring day and just like that she was gone. 

 Her grief for her best friend was heart breaking, of course she wasn't alone she had her family to comfort her. That just doesn't replace the gap of wanting to hear her voice on the other end of the phone. I wrote her a poem to try and bring her some comfort during her difficult time. I hope whoever reads it will be comforted or blessed somehow. We all know of someone who has lost a battle or who is in one with cancer.  I have titled this poem wildflowers.

Friends can be like a meadow full of wildflowers.

Each one unique in their own way.

Some can be tall and slender,

and move with such grace.

While others can be round,

and hardly appear off the ground!

Others look bright and shiny,

while some look dull and plain.

That sometimes it seems,

they don't want to be noticed at all.

As God moves through our lives,

He makes the once plain meadow alive.

But only for a short time,

So we get to enjoy the view.

And if we are lucky we get to pick a few.

I got to pick you or did you pick me?

I guess it doesn't matter,

cause you've made me so happy.

Oh yes, the storms came as they always do.

Unyeilding to the winds that blew,

Just like the stems on a flower

we remained strong and true.

Standing by your side I got to watch you bloom.

Then as the season wore on, I noticed that you did too.

The once strong stem was getting a little bit frail.

Yet ,you held you head up high!

We never see the roots that keep the stem so strong.

Even when hard times came, you still kept going on.

The petals eventually have to fall,

as they dry and one by one fly away.

Each one holding a memory of each day

that went by.

So please do not be sad and do not cry.

Spring has come again  and the meadow is still bare

summer is coming so try to remember me there.....