September’s Tapestry

September's Tapestry

Beautiful blooms on flowers
Growing in the bed…
Have been lovingly cared for…
Nurtured and fed…

In the spring they were carefully planted…
Grown from tiny bulbs and seeds…
Showered with summer sunshine…
And relieved of all their weeds…

Then God raised his hand into the air…
And waved it all around…
He opened up a sea of blooms…
With colors that abound…

Oh! their elegance and beauty…
They are in their prime!…
Their wonders will amaze you…
And will catch your breath each time…
God put them here upon the earth…

For each of us to see…
Giving them all the beauty of…
This September Tapestry…

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A Poem for the Queen

Poem below was
written for the Queen

A Poem for the Queen

A Poem Written for the Queen of England

Fifty years have come and gone…
Since the two of you were wed…
‘’Twas in Westminster Abbey…
Where the “I do’s” were said…
It was a cold day in November…
Of nineteen forty-seven…
When the two of you joined together…
A royal marriage made in heaven…
You have honored each the other…
Over all the years…
At times the road was rough…
And there were many tears…
It’s rather sad that royalty…
Is not allowed emotion…
I’m sure that there are sorrows…
Enough to fill an ocean…
Though the waters have been troubled…
And darkness fell around…
You had your love and memories…
To keep your feet upon the ground….
May God look down upon you…
And shower you with love…
May you always feel his presence…
And his blessings from above…
May the golden colors of the sunset…
Forever grace your life…
And may you be blessed forever…
As a husband and a wife…

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

Reflections In The Ripples

Reflections In The Ripples

Reflections of the Ripple

As I sit in the quiet of the morning…
The sun peeks over the mountain ledge…
Reflecting golden rays on the water…
The water rippling under the bridge…

A beautiful bridge crossing over the pond..
Where love was long ago found…
Here in the beauty of the moment…
Where feelings did abound…

The scent of the flowers bring back memories…
Of this former deep love of my past
Where the two of us declared our love…
And to the wind our cares were cast…

Peering down into the water and it’s ripples…
A haunting reflection suddenly appears…
Is it real or is it imaginary…
Now after all of these years…

With the ripples the image is gone…
But the feelings of the heart are still there…
A tear falls into the water…
As into the ripples I stare…

Wishing, hoping and dreaming…
That things so different would have been…
Wishing and hoping and dreaming
For love to cross the bridge again…
© Jeannie Nourse 2003

Side By Side

In October of 2003, one of my brothers passed away unexpectedly. Then March, my Mother was called to her heavenly home. My Father after having been married to her for 65 and 1/2 years, was so devastated he lived only 15 days without the love of his life. He went to join her on the 17th of March. They had spent their whole life together side by side. Wherever they were they were next to each other. Three years earlier my Mother had colon cancer surgery. She was very, very ill and we did not expect her to live through the surgery. But she came through it like a trooper!! We all took flowers to our precious Mother, but my baby sister, Patti, took her a plant. It was a miniature rose bush. There were two bushes in the same pot. A white one and a peach one. After the blooms died Mother said, “Patti take this home and care for it. I don’t want it to die.” And Patti did just that. Carefully watering, feeding and nurturing the plant. But to no avail. It never bloomed again. Three days after our Mother died Patti was watering the plant and talking to Mother. She said, “Mother I need to know that you are okay. If you are, put a bud on this bush!” Two weeks later there was a bud on the once barren bush. Within a few days my father died. My granddaughter Alexis said, “Nana! Tell Grandma to put a bud on the bush for Grandpa if he is okay!” Two weeks after that there was a bud on the other bush. Then another bud appeared which we figured Mother was telling us our brother was with them. After that five more buds appeared. Making a total of eight, the number of people in our family.
I wrote this poem in honor of my parents and their devotion to each other.

Two Tiny Roses

Two Tiny Rose Bushes by Jeannie Nourse

Side by Side

Two tiny rose bushes…
Growing side by side…
Passing time left them barren…
Three long years since their beauty…
Graced the small single pot they lived in…
Two people lived as one…
Side by side…
They spent their whole life together…
Side by side…
Not apart from each other…
At any time by choice…
She was called home…
And he was alone…
His life was barren…
He couldn’t go on without her…
He left his worldly home…
To be in heaven with her…
Side by side…
And now in the garden …
A rose bud blooms…
On each little bush…
Side by side…

© Jeannie Nourse April 2004

Moments in Time

Idaho Falls

Idaho Falls in the Spring

Sometimes it feels as if we’re standing still
and time is passing us by.
It seems as if we never get done;
as we reflect, we wonder, “Why?

Everyone’s in their own little world,
rushing from day to day.
We never take time to sit and relax,
or smell the roses along the way.

We have family and friends that are very dear,
that we really should take time for.
We don’t realize just how much we’ve missed them
till we get together once more.

It’s always so good to see everyone
and talk about time gone by.
Then off we go to our own little world,
and think of them with a sigh.

We say when part, “Let’s do it again!”
And we make a promise we will.
But it seems as if time passes us by,
and we are just standing still.

Copyright ©2002 Jeannie Nourse

“Moments in Time”

This poem is one of my favorites. It was written after a 50th birthday party for my cousins, Janet and Janice. I spent time with family and friends who live nearby, yet we had not seen each other for quite some time. As we laughed and reminisced, these words came to me. I went home, put it on paper and mailed it to all of my family and friends. Although some of them did not attend the get together, they enjoyed the poem very much. Still, our busy lives continue. I dedicate this poem to my grandparents, Robert and Annie Morris, my parents, other family, and of course the guests of honor at the birthday party, Janet (Woodcock) Smith and Janice (Woodcock) Noblett.