A Mother’s Love

This is an “occasional verse” for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip prompt this week. An occasional verse is not only written once in a while ( 🙂 ); it is a poem about a specific occasion. Linda challenges us to write about Mother’s Day, which at this point was several days ago, but I still wrote on the same topic. The paint chips are below:

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A Gift

I didn’t write very much today, but even a busy (in a happy way) day will not hamper my posting at least once per day in April! This poem was partially inspired by this prompt about GIFTS. I am also linking with DVerse OLN today.


As guiltless as when laid in manger-bed,
The Lamb of God, to silent slaughter led,
Amidst such shame, innocence underscored —
My thorn-crowned Lord.

At death itself He has mortally swung,
In my own high-walled life, Jesus has hung
Over my Jericho, a scarlet cord —
My thorn-crowned Lord.

It is a gift to see Him on the cross,
Although my heart does break at pain and loss:
I see He knows my pain, has love outpoured,
My thorn-crowned Lord.

Time of New Birth

The décima challenge this week is “Birth” in one of the D rhyme spots. It’s a timely prompt, as it’s April. Last time I went to the park, I noticed a profusion of new flowers and multiple ducklings! Linked also to today’s Writers’ Pantry.


Sun rises earlier each day:
It has been hesitant to wake
Yet lately decided to make
The most of it, a better way.

And later the sun also stays,
Shining its rays upon the ground,
Illuminating all around.
Now this April springtime-green Earth
Is filled with blossoms and new birth:
Even more beauty will abound.

Peut être une image de oie, nature et étendue d’eau
Ducklings with their Mama Duck

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Changing Face

A few days ago, I wrote a poem for this prompt about “Planting the Seed,” but it was pretty dark, so I wrote something else. 🙂 This is also for FOWC: Immutable.


Nature’s face does often change
And so it should, as seasons dance —
Lives go through also quite a range,
Not all of which is left to chance.

Is circumstance immutable?
Exhausting might be seed-planting
But fruits can come, remain hopeful,
Reward of patience harvesting.

Seeds in a heart shaped tin