Thena's
Poetry
We are pleased to share with you some
special poetry from Thena Smith, one of the design team members at
CottageArts.net. These poems are a wonderful way to reflect on
our own histories and memories and are great additions to your
scrapbook layouts.
Thena is
excited to share these with you, and gives you permission to use them
for your personal scrapbooking.
She simply asks that you provide credit to her, and that you do
not cut her poetry apart without her permission. Please contact
us at
info@cottagearts.net if
you would like to seek permission to use these in any other way.
I Can't See Him
Oh, Father I can't see him
And I can't hear his voice
If I could only touch his face
How my heart would rejoice!
My son has gone to war
In a terrible awful place
Full of danger everywhere
And I miss his precious face.
If I could only touch his hand
And tell him it's alright
Or whisper that I love him
As he goes off to fight.
My child, I can see him
And I will gently touch him there
I will whisper to his spirit
The things you want to share.
I will touch his hand for you
And tell him it's alright
I will tell him that I love him
As he goes off to fight.
Do not worry about your child
Just entrust him to my care
Your son and I talk together every day
For you taught him about prayer.
He asks the same things for you
That I would keep you safe.
He told me that he misses
His mother's sweet embrace.
He asked that I would touch your hand
And tell you that it's alright
That he knows that I'm with him
As he goes off to fight.
I whisper to his spirit
And I know he listens too
That I am always with him
Just as I am always with you.
I told him not to worry
To entrust you to my care
For you and I speak together daily
As you speak to me in prayer.
Thena Smith
3/27/03
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