My Son’s Smile

My son’s smile is the light of my life.
God grants me such a bright gift in him each day.
I love the way he smiles at me
In his own shy and playful way.
Jokes, riddles, or just giving hugs.
He knows how to uplift a heart.
God knew what He was doing creating children.
They are His precious art.
My son is a treasure from God,
For which I’ll always be blessed.
His smile is the grandest joy,
Bringing me nothing less.
Kiss, kiss, my son.
To you I send my love.
I thank our Father in heaven
For sending you from above.
Even in your sleep at night,
Your smile is always lit.
What pleasant dreams God must give you.
I thank and praise Him for it.

1-21-2000 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My delightful child Anthoni Lance Brookshire

God and My Son

GOD and my son are who I care a lot about.
Certainly, GOD has been my Savior,
My life maker and saver.
He has given me things and feelings no one else can,
And certainly more love than anyone is capable of.
My son, Anthoni Lance Brookshire,
Is one of my greatest blessings from GOD, ever!
He is my strength through each day,
My joy for being needed, wanted, loved, and appreciated.
He makes me laugh over the simplest things,
So many times, so easily.
I thank GOD for him every day.
And though a lot of people may not understand or agree,
I teach my son that I love GOD more than him,
And for him to love GOD more than me.
And you know what? GOD actually works with a child.
He not only understands it and accepts it,
He loves the idea of GOD and loving Him more.
Anthoni appreciates GOD giving us each other.
With these two wonderful miracles,
These only two real men I have ever known
(Along with the men of my family),
It is no wonder that I am a twenty four year old female
In the nineties, still single, and loving it…
Preferring it that way.
No one can compete with these two or compare anywhere near them.

3-8-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class of Spring 1994,
Taught by E.P.

When I Was Pregnant

When I was pregnant, help came from an unexpected source.
The family I expected to lose was tickled
And eager to help by being there with me through it all.
My friends were there for me as well
By taking me out and listening to me when I needed to talk.
My sister went to all of my doctor appointments,
Became my labor coach, and went to my labor classes.
My grandmother, my mother, and friends
Threw me a baby shower at 8 months pregnant.
When my sister went into the hospital with me,
They would not let her go into the delivery room
Because they had to put me out to do an emergency c-section;
However, I still consider her to have been there all the way.
With the way everyone celebrated in my room for 4 days,
I sometimes wonder if it wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to me.

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My English professor J.S. gave me a challenge to write on the best thing to ever happen to me. It was easy to think of my son. I honestly believe God used him to save me and my family from ourselves. We were a very dysfunctional family torn apart in different places. As an unwed teen mom, I thought it was very normal to be disowned by your family, and thought life was only going to harder, thinking even that to be normal. God surprised me! My son Anthoni brought everyone together, and changed our family and our lives forever. People who knows us today, but did not know us then find that hard to believe. That is what God can do with a testimony. God is my hero!

NEGLECTED

Oh, I am so guilty of your neglect.
It takes a life-threatening situation
To see I am the one responsible
To see you to your graduation.
Why would it take so much
To make me see so little?
Not keeping up with your welfare
Is like holding you on a needle.
My child, (that is what you are)
You run to me for safety,
And I stand aside and let you pass.
Why would you still love me?
Oh, the angel God has given me,
Is the child who cries my name.
Would he ever be regretful
When I am who is to blame?

12-19-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspired: my son Anthoni when he had a tumble as a toddler

Anthoni

Hi, Honey. I love you. Momma loves her baby boy. That’s momma’s boy. I love you, Anthoni. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m sorry you hit your head. I hope it didn’t hurt. It scared me so, when you hit the floor as hard as you did. And when you wouldn’t breathe, my heart froze. I didn’t know what to think or do. I first shook you and told you to cry. You made a sound and then froze again.
Oh, Anthoni, I can’t even continue. It was horrible. I thought you were having another seizure. I screamed and went to lay you down as the hospital told me to do. Then your great-grandmother told me to shake you. I did that. Oh, the relief from your tears and your cry for comfort. Never before, have I been so glad to hear your cry. The last thing a mother wants, is to hear her child in pain. But that was a time, I would give anything to make you scream.

12-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son Anthoni fell while running through my grandmother’s house, bumped his head when he hit the floor, and stopped breathing. It scared me so. It was just after being out of the hospital from having mysterious seizures. I screamed at him like the hospital said, but it did not work. My grandmother told me to shake him. Praise God it worked!

The Little Man of God Heaven Gave Me

My son, my beautiful, gorgeous son,

The little man of God which heaven gifted me with,

You are an angel to which I feel entrusted.

From conception you have been an answer to prayer.

How much I wanted you and for how long

Before you actually came along, you will never know.

Each morning that I awaken I thank God for you.

You put up with so much,

From school taking up my time,

To homework stealing ours,

And all the last minute cancellations.

You are so loving and understanding for a child so young.

You are wise and forgiving in the ways God allows for you to be.

You’ve been such a man at times when you’ve seen me experience heartbreak.

The little arms that have always comforted me,

Do so even now with such patient words.

God gives a lot of people children.

But I thank Him for sharing with me one of His most precious.

You carry the love of Christ in your heart.

 

12-25-1998 Friday, Christmas
Written by Gail Brookshire
For my 10 year old son Anthoni Brookshire
As his Christmas Poem for his present.

You Are My Strength

He’s throwing away my papers.

Why? – I’m not sure.

But I’m not stopping him.

It’s just old letters to guys I wrote,

but never gave to them.

So in a way he’s doing something

I should have done a long time ago.,

but never had the strength to.

Thank you, son.

You may be only 2 years old

and not know what you’re doing,

but I love you for it.

You are my strength.

God is giving me the courage through you.

God does move in mysterious ways.

4-26-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My son Anthoni