*************Be My Umbrella********                                             By Robin Powell

 

Woke up to the pounding rain.

Not outside, but in my heart

Pounding pain,

like relentless rain.

 

Thunder rolls through my mind.

Just a little peace

is all I want to find.

Leave this storm behind.

 

Cold dark clouds blocking light,

clouding my sight,

all seems unfamiliar,

nothing seems right.

 

Lord be my umbrella

I am not asking for you to stop the rain,

just be my umbrella,

until the sun shines again. 

 

 

Table of Life.

         Changing seats at the big table of life.

It seems like just a few years ago,
I ventured out into the world.
Having moved from the highchair of life,
to a seat at the big table,
the chair of fresh adulthood.

And as time does,
it flew right past.
And soon I was sitting in the parenthood chair.
knowing a lifetime would be spent there.
Oh, but I misunderstood.

Again I find myself changing chairs.
On to the grandparent's seat I go!
I love this new position at the table of life.
This chair is the thrown,
and life is nothing but good!

Granny Bird.