What is love to me?
I’m not sure – I can’t describe it in words
But I think I see my sister’s face, smiling when I tell a joke
My brother’s arms around me every morning before school
Dad making my lunch because I’m too tired
Mom listening to my worries while she quietly bears her own
My baby sister’s giggle when I chase her around the house
Another sister’s eyes that light up when i talk to her
My cat’s purr as I scratch his chin. . .
That’s love to me.
by Lenae Shelton, age 16
There was a time when I was
Satisfied with my life,
But that was before I had
All this time to wonder.
Would this or that have
Been better for our family,
For Roger, for me, Somehow—
Could I have seen more clearly?
Yes, there was a time when
I was satisfied with life,
But that was before
I had this time to wonder.
Cerita M. Hewett
July 20, 2015
Funny, Great, Friendly
We learn pronunciation
We learn a lot of words
We speak a lot of English
The time goes by fast
We feel the Spirit of Jesus Christ
We go to our houses feeling good!
Crockett Branch English Class
2015
My knees have personalities,
I know it’s strange but true,
My Left Knee complains on biking hills,
My Right just pumps like new.
But when I sit and rest awhile,
My Left is loose and fine,
While Right Knee tightens up a bit,
And wants to be reclined.
I really like my knees,
In spite of personalities,
Because they still can ride a bike,
Drive a car and take hike!
Cerita M. Hewett
July 27, 2014
How elusive is this thing
Called “The Present,”
For it is relentlessly
Becoming The Past,
While The Future takes over
The Present.
We are counseled to live
In The Present,
We even counsel others to,
“Be present” in The Present.
Yet Today always becomes
Yesterday remembered,
And Tomorrow
Is already Today.
And Someday,
In Eternity,
Will be—will be a
Perfect memory!
Cerita M. Hewett
January 10, 2015
We can see clearly
Massive mountains to be climbed,
Not so clearly the preparation.
The time, the effort,
The knowledge, the skill,
They will require.
We usually need some smaller,
Practice hills before we
Take on a mammoth mountain.
May we conquer many mounds,
And feel happy,
Then, when we start our mountain climb,
We will find that this towering alp is mostly,
One rise after another.
May we feel our strength growing,
As we climb and stand on knolls,
Stamina built on ridges,
Will be there to sustain us
All the way to the top.
And then after many months, sense the joy of a
View from the summit of a towering mountain.
Cerita M. Hewett
October 29, 2015
(for Joann & David)
I made pork loin for our family
And thought of Joanne and David,
We went to their home
For occasional church potluck suppers.
They made pork loin supreme,
The group brought the sides,
All was served on china with glass,
Set on tables with clothes.
No plastic containers in sight,
Everything in its special dish or bowl,
But more than this
I’ll always remember…
The open door, the welcome,
The kindness, the laughter,
The gentle touch,
The conversation so that…
No one ever wanted to leave,
The reluctant good byes,
The friendship extended to each one,
The mastered art of entertaining.
Cerita M. Hewett
August 10, 2015
Joy, peace, calming air fills my lungs
In the light and beauty surrounding me.
Listening to my heart thumping out a rhythm,
Slow and sleepy
Like a bear in hibernation.
The lids of my eyes hang low
Cutting out the brilliant light.
Slowly, like turtles crawling up onto a log,
Sleep overcomes my inner will.
Sleeping, rocking slowly.
Sleep.
Elena Hewett
Oct 2015
When you have a sleepy head,
Take your pillow and go to bed.
Count the good things on your way,
Happy work and active play.
Then close your eyes and softly pray,
“Thank you Lord, for this nice day”.
Cerita M. Hewett
Dec 2007
Here I am,
Kneeling by your bedside,
A bottle in my hand and a spoon.
There you are
With eyes shut tight,
Nose pinched between two fingers,
Mouth open,
Body all tensed up and ready,
OOOOOOOOOOOOO down it slides.
Pink medicine.
Cerita M. Hewett
About 1990