Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
We all have or know someone who has someone over in Iraq, so I'm sure this little poem I share with you today will touch many hearts. Mary Patty (my little sister) wrote this and sent it to her grandson, David, who was right in the middle of heavy fighting at the time.
Like all of her poems, we've often said she can capture a situation in a nutshell, and I might add, she can spin one out on any subject you'd like in just a minute. This is such a little gem; it will fit so many hearts right now.
My thoughts are in your daily deeds
You know how much I care.
And when I read the daily news,
I'm with you over there.
Pictures flash across the screen,
Of bombs and wrecks and smoke,
I recall our last goodbye
And hear the words we spoke.
I'll hold you in my heart today,
And trust our Savior's hand,
To keep you from all danger,
In the hot and windy land.
I will think of days gone by
And live them all once more.
Do the same---my son until
You're knocking at my door.
Thanks Sis, for another little gem.
Until next week, keep all of our armed forces in your prayers.
-- Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie, 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.