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Little drops of water make a mighty
ocean. Have you ever heard this expression
before? I just love it. That one phrase actually inspired me to write
a poem today:
LITTLE
Little moments make the years,
Little boards
make the piers.
Little seeds make the flowers,
Little minutes
make the hours.
Little notes make a song,
Catchy tunes,
we hum along.
Little words of love mean much,
Kind little
deeds, care, and such.
Little by little goes a long way,
To make great
things, this I’ll say.
Little grins make up smiles,
Little steps
make up miles.
Little drops make the sea,
Little prayers
are the key.
Little twirls make a dance,
All grand
things gave “little” a chance.
A little strength to tackle fears,
How brave you
are, my little dears.
So, don’t forget that little thing,
And all the
“big” that it can bring!
I’m a huge fan of laughing, so I thought
I’d pass along these two “little” medical jokes from Mikey:
This guy goes into a doctor's office.
The doctor says, "Oh, Mr. Jones! We
have the results of your test. Do you
want the bad news first or the very bad news?"
The guy shrugs and says, "Well, I guess I'll have the bad news first."
"Well the bad news is, you have 24 hours to live," the doctor replies.
The man is distraught, "24 hours to live?! That's horrible! What could be worse than that? What's the VERY bad news?"
The doctor folds his hands and sighs, "The very bad news is...I've been trying to contact you since yesterday."
The guy shrugs and says, "Well, I guess I'll have the bad news first."
"Well the bad news is, you have 24 hours to live," the doctor replies.
The man is distraught, "24 hours to live?! That's horrible! What could be worse than that? What's the VERY bad news?"
The doctor folds his hands and sighs, "The very bad news is...I've been trying to contact you since yesterday."
Here’s another one:
A distraught senior citizen phoned her
doctor’s office. “Is it true,” she
wanted to know, “that the medication you prescribed has to be taken for the
rest of my life?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so,” the doctor told her.
There was a moment of silence before the lady replied, “I’m wondering, then, just how serious is my condition, because this prescription is marked ‘NO REFILLS?!’”
“Yes, I’m afraid so,” the doctor told her.
There was a moment of silence before the lady replied, “I’m wondering, then, just how serious is my condition, because this prescription is marked ‘NO REFILLS?!’”
Now, I’d like to take a “little” time to
honor mothers. With Mother’s Day just around the corner, I
thought it would be a perfect opportunity to share a poem I wrote in 2014:
THE WOMAN I AM TODAY
Mom, I thank the Lord for the day of
your birth,
An angel you
are, sent down to earth.
I’m the woman I am because of your love,
And because I
was raised with help from above.
Thank you for guiding me gently with
care,
For teaching me
always that love is to share.
Holding me tightly when scared as a
child,
And calming my
fears when thoughts ran so wild.
Long nights spent rocking me soundly to
sleep,
Because I was
sick and couldn’t count sheep.
For helping with homework, my projects,
and such,
For giving me
hope when worries were much.
Thank you for driving me limitless
miles,
Trips with the
fam - the memories and smiles.
Our house was a home - can’t thank you
enough,
For loving on
days that surely were rough.
Parties for birthdays or just because,
Homemade
cookies that were the best that there was.
My artwork and drawings, you proudly
displayed,
You even
praised scribbles - I wasn’t dismayed.
For endless forgiveness - mistakes I did
make,
Bad choices
were plenty, for goodness sake.
Your encouraging words and life-giving
deeds,
All through the
years you were planting good seeds.
For staying up late, hearing stories I’d
share,
No matter what
time, you’d always be there.
You were my first love - my very first
friend,
My broken
hearts, you knew how to mend.
For unselfishly giving year after year,
Ready to
comfort and dry a new tear.
I know it was not always easy to mother,
When bro and I
constantly picked on each other.
Thank you for reading me books upon
books,
You could
discipline me with just one of your “looks.”
Countless times that you put my needs
before yours,
For teaching
with prayer that God opens new doors.
Thank you for all that you gave up for
me,
As I grow
older, it’s clear to see.
The love you gave along the way,
Made me the
woman I am today.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom and to all
of those special women out there who give their motherly love to others!
Have
a wonderful week, Sunshines! May you sprinkle little
drops of your own sunshine wherever you go!
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