Look there,
behind the degree.
Oh what a joy,
a whole new me.
A future, a plan,
a way to survive.
A way of succeeding
and feeling alive.
Supporting myself,
my family to be,
behind the door
of my promising.
What things I want.
What things I entice.
Oh the luxuries
will feel so nice.
For even with
the bills to pay,
I see a day
my work is play.
Behind the door
A little degree
creates the wonder,
a whole new me.

1993 Written by Gail Brookshire
(published in Expressions, May 3, 1993 Issue, page 9)
(by the grace of God)
This was also written for a campus paper assignment that everyone loved so much. (See previous note on my poem Keep Fighting). God was making a whole new memory for me (I’ll explain that someday in a blog), and making so many people smile! How many times God blessed my ears with, “This encouraged me just when I needed it so much. Thank you for writing this!” Being thanked for writing? I LOVED writing! 🙂