MOTHERS

Mothers…
The soul creation of GOD.
Man’s companion in life.
Bearer of his children.
Faithfulness as his wife.
A comforter to the souls
Of men and young children.
As Mary is given to Jesus,
So is His will now done.

The pure love and easing comfort,
A woman with a smile.
When a young man’s at war,
She’s with him across the miles.
Stand up, be glad, and rejoice.
Give respect to your mother.
A woman gave birth to you,
So that she may love another.

Embraced by a woman’s power
When you are insecure,
It has to be a mother
When you find you feel so sure.
GOD bless the Lord for love
And giving it through a mother.
Is far better than a friend
Or any betraying lover.

5-2-1994 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: writing for the campus paper

Welcome Fellow Freshmen

Welcome fellow freshmen,
I’m really glad to meet you.
And as you journey through these halls,
I really hope to greet you.
You may have a lot to learn,
but trust me, that’s okay.
This may be my second year,
but I learn more every day.
It’s really hard adjusting to
a very chaotic pace,
but in the end you’ll win the race
standing in first place.
Your future’s on a roulette wheel.
You’re gambling on every grade.
But when you have succeeded,
you’ll see it was worth the effort you made.

1992 Written by Gail Brookshire
(published in Expressions, Sept.1, 1992 Issue, Front page)
(by the grace of God)

Courtship

Bells, shells,
The wishing wells
Are full of nickels and dimes.

Flowers, showers,
The midnight hours,
Clocks are sounding chimes.

Seas, oh please,
Upon my knees,
I hand my ring to you.

Aisle, Smile
Half the miles,
We’ll pause to say, “I Do.”

1989 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
(published in Voices, Volume 1, NO.3, Aug.1, 1994 Issue, page 5)
3 of my others beside it on same page were:
As I Watch, Forever Apart, & Longing To Be There

As I Watch

As I watch the hour glass
release the falling sand,
I feel as though I see your love,
Slipping through my hands.

As I watch the tide erase
the castles from the shore,
I feel as though I’m losing
the dream I know I’ve had before.

As I watch the butterfly
pass my open window,
I feel as though today’s the day
you will let me go.

1989 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
(published in Voices,  Volume 1, NO. 3, Aug.1, 1994, page  5)
3 of my others beside it on same page were:
Forever Apart, Courtship, & Longing To Be There