Wednesday, March 2, 2016

HAIR, HEMLINES AND HEARTS

I haven't posted on my blog in a very long time.  So much has taken place since the last post.....sickness, surgery, preparing to move, a major move, unpacking (still in progress), more sickness, trips, etc. etc.  I am hoping to get back into posting more often.  I have a lot of ideas in my head but just need to take the time to get them on my blog.
 
As I was unpacking I found this poem (I use the term loosely) that I wrote ten years ago.  I thought some of you might enjoy it.  Don't laugh.  I don't pretend to be a poet but I do like the thoughts found in this attempt.
 
There was a young woman
Lived in a big house
With her nine children, her mother
And, of course, her dear spouse.
 
This was back in the ‘70's
With lots taking place.
There were hippies and communes
Difficult times for the whole human race.
 
Many cried "Peace"
While smoking their pot,
Others on harder drugs
Their chosen lot.
 
Aware of these facts
Was concern enough
But the young mother’s worries
Weren’t quite so rough.
 
Remember flower children and free love?
What a fix!
Then long hair and short hemlines
Came into the mix.
 
Long hair for the boys
Short skirts for the girls
Kept this mother’s mind
In a continual whirl.
 
She fussed and she stewed
Approaching her brood
They continued the trend
But to mother never rude.
 
The oldest two siblings
Paved the way for the others.
The mother kept yelling
"Poor examples for sisters and brothers!"
 
The battle continued for quite awhile
Till one day mother thought with a smile
"I’m stewing over short skirts and hair.
Hearts are where I should place my care."
 
From that day till this
Her focus did change
Their hearts took first place
And much, much was gained.
 
The children grew closer
To God and to man
The family was calm
As much as a large family can.
 
And, wouldn’t you know
The hemlines were lowered
And the boys long locks
In time they were shorn.
 
It’s been thirty years
The children all grown
All of them blessed
With children their own.
 
What happened to the leaders
Of the pack, you might ask
I’m happy to tell you
In their lived I can bask.


The oldest of the bunch
Now a grandmother of twelve
All hems I can attest
Fall well below her calves.
 
The second in line, a son
Has now reached age fifty.
Though bald on the top
He’s still mighty nifty.
 
These two to my joy
Are fine Christians today
And their siblings followed
I’m happy to say.
 
Now what would have happened
Had the young mother abounded
Focusing on trends
Instead of what counted.
 
I’m thankful to God
I realized my goals in time
With God’s guidance and mercy
He’ll receive their souls in heaven sublime.
 
 
By Drue Wright
2006
 
Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. 5 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. 6 These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. 7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. 8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates. Deut 6:4-9 NIV