Promise in the Pain

TREES by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

An lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make me a tree.

A Girl's Garden by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village

Likes to tell how one spring

When she was a girl on the farm, she did

A childlike thing.

One day she asked her father

To give her a garden plot

To plant and tend and reap herself,

And he said, "Why not?"

In casting about for a corner

He thought of an idle bit

Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood,

And he said, "Just it."

And he said, "That ought to make you

An ideal one-girl farm,

And give you a chance to put some strength

On your slim-jim arm."

It was not enough of a garden,

Her father said, to plough;

So she had to work it all by hand,

But she don't mind now.

She wheeled the dung in the wheelbarrow

Along a stretch of road;

But she always ran away and left

Her not-nice load.

And hid from anyone passing.

And then she begged the seed.

She says she thinks she planted one

Of all things but weed.

A hill each of potatoes,

Radishes, lettuce, peas,

Tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn,

And even fruit trees

And yes, she has long mistrusted

That a cider apple tree

In bearing there to-day is hers,

Or at least may be.

Her crop was a miscellany

When all was said and done,

A little bit of everything,

A great deal of none.

Now when she sees in the village

How village things go,

Just when it seems to come in right,

She says, "I know!

It's as when I was a farmer--"

Oh, never by way of advice!

And she never sins by telling the tale

To the same person twice.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

 Nature's first green is gold,

her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

Bot only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay

~ Lady of the House ~

You carried me within you long time before i saw the beauty of this world,

embracing the physical change ,only you could ever understood.

Many sleepless nights you endured just to make me at ease

singing your own lullaby is the sweetest melody in my ears.

You held me in your arms until I grew up and able to be on my own,

yet your love and care is telling me, in your heart I still belong.

You've shed in tears sharing wit my successes and failures,

Combing my hair , a magic touch to lessen the burden i bear.

Many are the wonders you've done before the sun show up,

into the kitchen , you're a genie who always make me laugh.

We've bond through the dishes and household chores,

never taught it was the training towards my future role.

I saw your harder days letting me go,

to have my own way and freely do things as I would like to.

Some does your duty on their own, their flight is solo & tough,

Others have  man on their back making it less rough.

Many are the terms of endearment the folks called you upon,

Nanay, Mama, Momshie, Mom, Mother , our heroes in the house and beyond.

How could someone ever forget your sacrifices and all the things you've done,

Your strength & fortitude, an inspiration to all the Lady of the House & in the world of your love ones!