I knew that I wanted to write another poem of this moment and the title came to me one morning on waking, this happens to me often, so I know it’s one to follow through. I knew what I wanted to portray, but didn’t feel the urge to write it straight away. In 2019 I came across the channellings of Kryon by Lee Carroll and these have brought me a much greater understanding, but also wonderful confirmations of many of my life experiences that I thought I might never know the truth of until I moved out of this physical world. This title and knowing I had of that precious moment of life was confirmed to me by many Kryon teachings that I came across after receiving the title and acknowledging my inner knowing.
Today is Mother’s Day in many parts of our world, and is like no other we have ever experienced. In the UK our Mother’s Day was on 22nd March (the day before we went into official lockdown) and we were advised not to visit our Mothers, so most did not.
I had planned to add a different poem this weekend as my belief of this time is not the one portrayed in mainstream media, however on waking this morning I knew that this one was the right choice for today.
God Bless all Mothers worldwide and Happy Mother’s Day to those who celebrate today.
No matter how long ago Days, months, or many years Their presence no longer in your life Can bring some sadness and tears
But also, a tear of joy can fall As you fondly reminisce The Love you so dearly felt Embraced, or a tender kiss
Or maybe they didn’t demonstrate Their Love, with words or touch But in your Heart you know the truth They Loved you, so very much
You were their pride and their joy All through your young childhood And as you grew into an adult Their inner-reflection, now stood
For you are linked in many ways Not only through your DNA But the Love and nurture that you felt Remains in your Heart today
They may have left the physical But their Energy of Love remains Walking with you through your life With all its joys and pains
With you through the celebrations Births, weddings, and birthdays Often caught in photographs As energy orb displays
With you in the quiet times When they pop into your mind Wanting to bring you inner peace Their Love, you can always find
With you when your Heart aches And when you can take no more They know you’ll heal in time Because their Love is in your core
With you at times of success Proud to be the parent of you Throughout all your milestones and goals They were there, to see you through
With you in times of trouble Worry, stress, and strife Their compassion and support Always with you, through your life
For we are not just physical But Eternal Beings of Love Growing through our Earthly lives Linked always below and above
Sharing and experiencing all of life With our Soul group, we walk And if we open-up our Heart To the other side we can talk
Always with you… in your Heart Always with you… every day Always with you… in Loving Energy Always with you… they will stay
Always with you, and especially They await your presence above One day in time you’ll be together To reminisce your lives of Love
They will be there on that day Excited to embrace, and you’ll see When you transition to the other side They were always with you, in Love Energy
Trina Graves – 16th October 2019
About This Poem
I wrote this poem for my Dad’s 83rd birthday (on 18th October), I made it into a small book that also contained pictures of his parents. My grandmother Evelyn died in 1967, aged 60, and my grandfather James in 1999, aged 85. I was only six when my nanny died, but I have fond memories of her because we lived next door, so were able to be with her often. I was given the name Evelyn (middle name) and I know I am like her in many ways. I have always felt a closeness to her throughout the years, and I know she is with me often too.
The idea for the poem was given to me (from Spirit) and I instantly knew it would be perfect to write for my Dad. My Mum has always been the ‘Spiritual’ one of my parents, but my Dad is unsure of such matters, so I do like to share my views with him, especially as a way of hopefully opening the door – just a little, if he’s willing – for him to see the Light that can shine through.
Although this poem is about ‘parental’ love, I believe that it is really true about any love relationship and of course, for me it rings true about my grandparents and me too.
Evelyn was a doting mother and grandmother and easily showed her love, but James was very reserved, due to the times he lived in and his very hard upbringing, which is why there is a verse on not physically demonstrating love.
If this poem was not written especially for my Dad, I would have also included some verses to talk of those parents who were not present in the child’s physical life, or who might have physically or mentally mis-treated their child. I would have said: no matter what happens in any family relationship, on the Higher or Spiritual level the conditions gone through were pre-chosen by both Souls and at the core of it all there is only love, which will be revealed when united at death. I can now see I need to write another poem to cover this! 🙂
Although it was not written as a ‘sympathy’ poem, I believe that it is certainly a part of this category, so I will include it with my other Sympathy Poems.
In Mother’s Hands Learning to walk You held my hand Balance I gave So you could stand A step forward On your own No longer my baby You had grown
Out on walks I’d be concerned Of your safety Until you learned Of the dangers You were unaware Until I taught you Because I care
You looked to me For my decisions As you got older You don’t always listen But in your heart You know my mind My answers are there For you to always find
My dearest child I love you always So I do my best All through our days I truly only want What is best for you And so I aim for All that I can do
In God’s Hands Walking through life In God’s Hands Balance is given To help understand Moving forward With God’s Presence No longer limited Acknowledging God’s Essence
Out in the world No need for concern Always safe Because you learn From the dangers You are aware God’s perfect teachings Are visible everywhere
Look to God For all decisions All through life God always listens With your heart And not your mind God’s answers are there His truth you will find
Spark of God Loved unconditionally Through the years Growth will be Adapted through A parents voice Or alignment with God Make your choice
Trina Graves – May 2019
About This Poem
This poem links with two others I’ve previously posted: ‘In God’s Hands‘ and one for young children ‘My Hands, Your Hands, God’s Hands.’ On that post I tell of how I was inspired to write these two children’s poems regarding God’s Hands.
I wrote this poem as in the picture below, with the each verse of the two aspects (Mother & God) side by side, but I was not able to align it properly on here, so I have had to change it to one after the other.
I believe that however we are brought up shapes our thoughts and beliefs. Obviously, most of this will come from our parents and/or whoever we spend the majority of our time with. The idea of this poem is to help older children understand that their parents do the best they can and will influence their life thoughts and choices, but they have a choice to let go of whatever doesn’t fit with them and take the Hands Of God as the ultimate guide.
The greatest blessing of my life Was in becoming a Mother Truly blessed three times in all A Divine Blessing above any other
The greatest treasures bestowed on me Worth more than diamonds and gold Were the lives of my precious children Still my treasures, even as we grow old
The greatest experience I went through Was being pregnant with each one I especially remember the delight I felt Growing stronger with each rising sun
The greatest bliss I ever felt Overpowering and so full of love As I first cuddled each newborn I was connected to Heaven above
The greatest love I never knew Until I experienced it myself Unconditional love for my children The purest and highest wealth
The greatest smile I ever saw Gazing at each baby in my arms The recognizing of their first smile Is one of life’s simple charms
The greatest sound I ever heard Brought smiles of pure delight My babies joyous, infectious giggles Made each day rosy and bright
The greatest words said to me Were spoken with love from their eyes Hearing ‘Mum’ for the very first time A joyous moment, as time flies
The greatest happiness I had Through the years abundantly Were doing things with my children With their faces so full of glee
The greatest responsibility I faced Was one I didn’t fully understand Many years later I discovered The power of a Mother’s guiding hand
The greatest nurturing I gave To my children, when they were small Another thing I was to learn later on was They were nurturing me through it all
The greatest hugs I received From my little ones, filled my heart Happiness expressed through hugs Together again, after being apart
The greatest Christmasses all were The ones with my little children Excitement, traditions, decorations, gifts Family togetherness, all having fun
The greatest gifts given to me Throughout the years, without a doubt Were the simple little handmade ones Or a daisy picked when we were out
The greatest holidays were spent Watching my children play in the sun It didn’t matter where we were Or whatever was or was not done
The greatest lessons I have learned Throughout my life, over the years Were created through being a Mother Though many did bring me to tears
The greatest teachers in my life Were my children as they grew Teaching me what life is all about Much more than school could ever do
The greatest pride for me has been Seeing the parents that they now are Loving, caring, always doing their best All my grandchildren will go far
The greatest time of my life Is each and every day Now blessed with another generation The joys just ‘blow me away’
The greatest memories for me Filled with love and of joy Are with my girls Julie and Emma And Kevin my only boy
The greatest thankfulness I give To my Mother, for she taught me The greatest blessing in our life Is Mothering, for God’s love we see
Trina Graves – 30th March 2019
About This Poem
I thought I’d finished writing my Mother’s Day poems for this year with Mother’s Day and In The Arms Of An Angel, but the following day the title of this one just came to me, and I knew it was about being a mother, so had to be written that day as Mother’s Day in the UK was the following day.
After doing my usual of prayer, asking for guidance and having an inner knowing that the poem was already completed and ‘out there,’ I made a list of the aspects I wanted to cover. As I was writing the poem a few more ideas came to mind, so I made a note of them to add too. The last verse was not on my list, but just flowed and I knew it was the perfect ending.
An Angel is a Spiritual Being A Messenger of God, His Agent Working Divinely with love Around us, or when needed, sent
Some people get to see them Magnificent, powerful, bright With pure white wings of feather A truly life-enhancing sight
But most just know of them Or at least hope they are true For we all need the Divine Love To support and help us through
However, we have an Earth Angel Who has always been around For we are all Spiritual Beings And Divine Love can be found
There is one who’s always loved us With all their open heart Giving their mind, body and Spirit To our existence, right from our start
They nurtured us for many years Building our home, a feathered nest For us to feel at peace, warm and safe Whenever we needed to have a rest
To them we were never ordinary But exceptional, even miraculous Our smallest of achievements They’d shower us in loving fuss
Unconditional Love and forgiveness Flowed from their heart and eyes And when we were little children They were God‘s Agent, all-wise
As babies we knew the truth Being fresh from the Great Above We’d only be placed in the arms Of the strongest and highest love
In The Arms Of An Angel We were held like no other Truly Blessed from the Divine With an Angel as our Mother
Trina Graves – 29th March 2019
About This Poem
As I mentioned in my last post: ‘Mother’s Day’the title and theme of this poem came to me with the line from the song ‘Angel’ by Sarah McLachlan. I was writing down some notes for that poem when the song just came into my head and I instantly knew it was for another poem.
Several years ago I came up with the idea of putting angels wings on photos of my grandchildren. I have used them in several things I’ve made, including quotes for my website and Facebook page. So, it was an obvious idea to add Angel wings to some mother pictures too.
I used these pictures below, and others, for my mum’s card and I also sent the poem to my two daughters with pictures of them with each of their children too.
Mother’s Day in the UK Is on the fourth Sunday of Lent A day when earlier Christians To their ‘Mother’ church went
Visiting their ‘Mother’ church Where they grew up, long ago A place of ‘Home’ to worship Their thankfulness to bestow
And now Mother’s Day Has developed to become A day to visit home And appreciate, Mum
Honouring our Mothers For all they have done Throughout the years For their daughter or son
If not able to visit Maybe send a little gift Along with a loving card Will always give a lift
For many the day will be Tinged with thoughts, so sad But Mother’s Love is eternal And more likely felt when glad
Our Mother will always be A large part of our heart Here, or on the other side Love unites, to never be apart
Trina Graves – 29th March 2019
About This Poem
Tomorrow (31st March) will be Mother’s Day in the UK. My last post, ‘You Were There,‘ was the poem I wrote for my Mother last year, and as this Mother’s Day was fast approaching, I was beginning to wonder what I could write this time, as I didn’t have any ideas. But then, as has happened many times before, I was writing an answer to a comment from Amira (on that previous post) and the idea for this poem was born!
I didn’t have time to write a poem at that moment, so I quickly made a note. While I was doing this, a line from the song ‘Angel’ by Sarah Mclachlan came into my head, but slightly changed: ‘In the arms of AN angel’ and I instantly knew this was the title and theme of another poem for Mother’s Day. I will add this one next.
During my childhood: You Were There Nurturing with your loving care Through the ups and downs of it all Picking me up when I would fall Always there to kiss goodnight And cuddle if I woke with a fright Showing me love and trust were the way To practice being, with each new day
As I grew up: You Were There Easing me out into the glare The big wide world dazzled bright But I had your guidance to do what’s right Becoming a mother at a young age Your influence helped in each turning page When I was left with a broken heart With your resilience, I didn’t fall apart
Now I am blessed because: You Are There Living into old age with peace and flair We share stories of life and family Lessons I’ve learned from you are clear to see As individuals, our views are not all the same But our core connection will always remain You taught me to be open to receive The presence of God, because of you, I believe
When the time comes I know: You’ll Be There An unfailing faith we do both share Your physical presence will move on But in no way will you be gone You’ll be living on in peace and love Re-united with those up above I will speak to you in my mind Your reply and love, I’ll always find
My beloved Mother.. You Were There Because you always care A pure love beyond compare From you I learned to share When everything is laid to bare We let go – to God – to be aware
Trina Graves – 10th March 2018 (Mother’s Day)
About This Poem
With Mother’s Day coming up this weekend here in the UK, I thought I’d share the poem I wrote for my mum last year.
These pictures of me with my mum, were taken in the sixties and seventies, up to age sixteen.
My Christmas: As A Child When I was a little girl. Christmas was so very exciting Counting days, and wondering what Santa would bring I loved dolls, books, and writing equipment best of all It seems my Path was set, from when I was so small
A picture of Father Christmas always went up on the wall Two weeks before Christmas Day, Santa watched over us all The picture had been given to my Dad, when he was a baby Santa wrote in his pocket books who was good or naughty
On Christmas morning Nanny Evelyn would be with us Watching the opening of presents. and just to make a fuss Of her grandchildren, who she only had a short time to be with Passing when I was six, in my Heart she will always live
Once I had a huge present, from my uncle who lived next door Boxes within boxes, revealed a present that was so small I don’t remember how old I was, but I loved the cross and chain The excitement and the beautiful gift, happy memories remain
The nativity story always fascinated me, I read it many times At school I was so proud to be the Angel, and given many lines My Mother made my robe with wings for me to hold up so high Another year, to a class I was the Mother making a mince pie
One of my favourite things to do was singing in the choir Christmas carols, full of joy, I know now, lifted me higher What made it more special was being in Dorchester Abbey A Sacred place, with beautiful stained glass windows to see
One year at my Fathers workplace party, I sat on Santa’s knee Unknowing that under the beard was my own Dad, I couldn’t see It was years later, after a few tellings that I finally knew the truth I accepted, let go of the fairytale, losing my innocence of youth
In my teenage years we had pop music with the radio on, Top Of The Pops on TV too, Dad would burst out into song Slade’s ‘Merry Christmas Everybody,’ we’d all be joining in Mum would be up, and around the room she’d be dancing
My Christmas: As A Mother When I was a young Mother, Christmas was so wonderfully magical Although at first my Husbands Christmas Eve tradition seemed radical No decorations were put up before the children went to bed The Christmas Fairies came with Santa, to do the job instead
The look of amazement on the children’s faces on Christmas morn Made up for the complete lack of sleep from not going to bed till dawn Surprise and delight glowed on little faces when they entered the room Lights and colour everywhere, just like a garden in summer’s full bloom
I had my own tradition to bring into my growing family My Father had given me Santa’s picture to oversee My children, two weeks before Christmas they began to look The third generation hoping their names were not in the black book
As all other Mothers, I wanted my children to have more than me From my one sack, to their sack and presents under the tree New outfits to wear, toys to play, books, puzzles, and more There is a warming pleasure in giving to the ones we adore
In early years of their childhood there was no brussel sprout So I could spend more time with them, the traditional dinner we left out When they were older we decided to begin, and they did appreciate The special meal shared together, though sprouts they never ate!
Band Aid’s ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’ first came out Teaching us how fortunate we were, without a doubt ‘The Power Of Love,’ from Frankie Goes To Hollywood Taught a truth, pure and simple, we all understood
Every year there were parties, with my husbands family Grandparents, siblings, cousins, getting together to see Sharing fun with games, and magic tricks into the night Chatting away for hours, and setting the world to right
It took a sad occasion to persuade my husband to spend Christmas with my parents, so some support I could lend My gentle Nanny Jennie passed, just before Christmas 93 Being with my Mum for that Christmas was so important to me
In 1995, a totally different Christmas we planned To spend our yuletide together, in a hot far-away land Two children were getting older, almost ready to move on Jamaica, our last holiday together, and then they were gone
All the delights of Christmas, through my children I lived the days
The excitement and high spirits, they sparkled in gorgeous ways
When they were younger I told them the story of the baby from above
They are my Angels, who came and taught me true Unconditional Love
My Christmas: As A Grandmother Now I am a Grandmother, Christmas is plainly simple It’s all about the Love we share, but there’s also a pull Now we are not all together, which way do I go? Spending time with everyone, my Love I want to show
My parents may not have many more Christmases to share And it really is a time to let those you Love know you care But little ones at Christmas bring so much pleasure, and joys Their effervescent spirits light up, I can’t resist those girls and boys
Through the generations the same Christmas songs we hear Although it seems they get to be played earlier each year Marching around the room to Jona Lewie’s ‘Stop The Cavalry’ Children and then grandchildren, it is so enchanting to see
Christmas with your children is the pinnacle of perfection It’s not until they are older that you can see the direction Time plays tricks, the years seem at first to go so slow In the blink of an eye, they’re gone.. where did the time go?
Watching the little ones, I see Christmas through their eyes Wishes, dreams, the magic and awe of it all, joy multiplies Passing on traditions, memories planted, as Love is shown Generations evolve, moving on, and making their own
Christmas is not about the presents under a pretty tree It’s accumulating Love and memories, in your sanctuary As generations come and go, Christmas will always be A time to share the Love and Joys of being with your family
Trina Graves – 11th December 2016
About This Poem
In 2016, after writing: Christmas Through The Family and The Heavenly Birth I felt I’d like to write more for Christmas. Many of my poems are written for my family members so I wanted to create a poem for them (and me) to remind us of our Christmases.
Before I started, I wrote a few notes of different memories and the traditions I wanted to include. The poem actually took four days to complete (I started on the 11th) as I kept remembering more to add!
One of the reasons I like to write my poems is because I am sharing my thoughts, beliefs and memories. Most of my family are not interested in poems, so they don’t tend to read them now, but I know that one day (maybe when I am no longer here) they more likely will. When that time comes I hope they will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them, and that they will evoke happy memories, or tell them of family stories that they have long forgotten or maybe never knew.
Christmas is the time we celebrate the birth Of the Son of God brought down to our Earth A Pure, Unique Master-Being from Heaven above Sent to guide through all Eternity with Divine Love
His birth is a wondrous story, enchantingly told Mother Mary young and pure, a heart of gold Visited by an Angel with Heavenly praise “The Son of God, you and Joseph shall raise”
Joseph’s character was obviously strong and good Although not the true father, he declared he would Unite with Mary and become the dad To love and support the growing lad
The story unfolds with drama and suspense To Bethlehem they travelled, the journey immense For heavily pregnant Mary, arriving on a donkey Needing a place to give birth, to be a sanctuary
With everywhere full, the only place to stay Was in a stable, with a manger to lay The newborn baby, the Heavenly King Now present on Earth, Enlightenment to bring
A brilliant sign heralded the birth Notable enough for many to seek it’s worth Kings or wisemen, and even shepherds too The Heavenly star shone to guide them through
Each came with praise and a gift to give Knowing the Son of God was here to live A physical life, even from a baby so small Showing a connection to God, available to all
Everyone has their own personal belief And I do not wish to cause anyone grief But we all decide how much of this tale is true Our perceptions give us our own unique view
I asked for guidance before beginning to write Asking to share some loving Christmas ‘Light’ What came to me at that moment, for what it’s worth Is the Divine importance of every single human birth
Jesus grew up knowing he was God’s Son No limits were placed, He was the One Sent to Earth to share true Love Divine And through eternity, boundless by time
With no restrictions to cause Him doubt He grew to share God’s Love throughout His life while here upon this Earth All starting with that momentous birth
If the King of Kings can be born in a stable What of other births? We should be able To see the wisdom and Light showing us the way To celebrate the truth of births each and every day
For all mothers are pure with hearts of gold And fathers if present, strong and bold Each one is doing the best they can do Which is all that God asks of you
No matter where the birth will take place The Divine is there, but you won’t see a trace Lowly or regal, it matters not who you are Beings of Love and Light come from afar
They come to witness the transition of a Soul On it’s journey to Earth to learn to be whole In physical form, the journey it takes To become Aware as the Spirit Awakes
For every single baby contains God in their heart Illuminating so brightly right from the start If we placed no limits or doubts in their minds Their genuine Divine Presence in life we would find
Trina Graves – 8th December 2016
About This Poem
In December 2016, after writing my first ever Christmas poem ‘Christmas Through The Family’to be used for my Christmas cards, I had no intention of writing another that year.
A few days later I decided to do my next quote poem (back then I only added my poems to my website: Spiritual Quotes To Live By). I had a list of quotes in my notebook on my desk, so I switched off the computer (no distractions) and got ready to write… but then I could not find the notebook! I searched the desk (there was not a lot on it) but still couldn’t find it, even though I knew I had seen it. ‘Weird’ I thought!
However, knowing from experience that once I prayed and asked for guidance I would receive whatever I needed, I let go of the mystery and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. On returning to my desk… there was the notebook so clearly in view!!! I laughed and knew that I was not meant to write a quote poem. So, I asked for guidance, now thinking, perhaps something else for Christmas?
I knew then that it would be a poem about the importance of births and would start with the birth of Jesus. But, I was quite surprised that the whole nativity story just flowed out.
Evelyn was the very first With a love so strong and pure A mother’s love is limitless Continuing on forever more
Doreen’s love has been steadfast As girlfriend, fiancee and beloved wife You’ve shared so much over the years With all the ups and downs of life
Trina, your only daughter Has loved you all her days Being together changes over time But the closeness always stays
Love comes in different forms In many ways it is shown It’s what life is all about Through love we all have grown
These three women of your life Will always shower you in love Whether here on this Earth Or from the Heavens above
Trina Graves – 18th October 2017
About This Poem
As you can see from the date of this poem it was written a year ago today. As mentioned above, I wrote it for my dad to go inside his birthday card. Today he is 82 and I have just got home from visiting him and my mum. Yesterday I wrote another poem that sort of continued on from this one called: Three Sons – To Be Proud. I am not sure yet if I will be sharing that one though as there is a lot of personal information about my brothers in it, so I need their permission first.
I used to only occasionally write poems for my parents on their birthdays, anniversary or mother’s/father’s day, but over the years they have come to look forward to what they call my special cards. I always include some sort of family photo arrangement which they always love too.
Thank you for your Mothering, right from the very start You nurtured our family, consistently working from your heart.
Thank you for Leading me to become an intuitive mother Using my inner-guidance, not just the advice of any other.
Thank you for all the little things you have ever said, and done That have made my life so happy, full of delight and lots of fun.
Thank you for your Presence, I know at all times you will be there Whenever I need you, it’s heart-warming to know you always care.
Thank you for your Guidance all through the many years Your love and support has helped me wipe away the countless tears.
Thank you for your Honesty you always taught me right from wrong By your example I learned, and now live with integrity my whole life long.
Thank you for your Morality although nothing much was said I grew up choosing to truly be in love, before I share my bed.
Thank you for your Positive Attitude, it’s truth has helped me see I reap what I sow in life, my thoughts guide who I will be.
Thank you for your Happiness, always showing me a smile Even when clouds are present, you know they will only last awhile.
Thank you for Teaching me: Life’s challenges are often like a test I’ve learned from your example, to always strive to do my best.
Thank you for your Wisdom, when things all get too much You say, “Hand it over to God” to feel His guiding touch.
Thank you for your Love, given to me unconditionally Someone who consistently radiates that love is who I yearn to be.
Thank you for your Knowledge, you may not think I’ve gained this from you But degrees can’t teach the highest lessons, the most important is love, is so true.
Thank you for Faith in the presence of God above It’s been a guiding Light for me, knowing of this Love.
Thank you for your Spiritual Essence, it’s helped me find my way You taught me to seek my own path, I live it each and every day.
Thank you for your Example to live a life of simple things The joy of family and peace of nature, gives our Spirit wings.
Thank you for Providing a sanctuary of home, a feathered nest Where all through the years I’ve been welcomed, to return to for a rest.
Thank you for your Life, though one day physically we will part But I know we are eternally joined, by the love we share in our heart.
Thank you for your Blessings that I know are always with me I bless you and know our love unites us, forevermore into infinity.
Trina Graves – 14th March 2015
About This Poem
The week before Mothers Day (in 2015) I sat to write a poem for my mum, but after asking for guidance what poured out instead was a poem about being a mother: ‘Those Moments I Treasure.‘ So, a few days later I had another go and this poem was the result. After praying for guidance I knew it would be a ‘Thank You’ poem, so I first wrote a list of all the things I wanted to say thank you for, then I just went with the flow and didn’t put them in any particular order.
I used photographs of me and my mum through the years to add to the poem to make a print for her. (below)
Many people shape our lives Especially during the younger years With us through the blessed joys And there to wipe our tears
Some are as large-as-life Their presence takes centre stage It’s easy to see how their character Is written on our biography page
But some are quiet in nature Their presence ever-serene Life continues on around them As though they’re hardly seen
They may not have much to say But their words are kind and pure Just being in their company Will affect you at your core
They are the ink to our pen Without them we couldn’t write The story of our lives, no words Would show in dark or light
Their flow brings our life to focus Through the years their aura imparts Blessing us with their lighted goodness That moulds and forms our hearts
Jennie, my maternal grandmother Was one, a truly gentle Soul Petit in stature, not essence An epitome of the mother role
A mother in time of war I can’t even imagine the fear Daily she must have felt In London with bombs so near
Giving up home and possessions Evacuating, for her daughters sake Many years would pass by before Their own home she could re-make
Times were hard and relentless Death and Illness she had to face But her beloved five children Were cocooned in her warm embrace
Years passed as they all fled her nest Moving on, to create their own family And onward through the generations Her tranquillity shone out so clearly
On the passing of her husband Alfred Frail and alone, the future bleak? She had another lesson to teach us all How to live on? What should you seek?
The blessing of her life was her family And through them she developed strength Staying with grandchildren brought her such joy Her years continued for a much greater length
It’s now been 24 years since she moved To our true home in the Heavens above But what she left behind in many hearts Is her pure and simple, unconditional love
Gentle was Jennie’s nature Pure was Jennie’s Soul: : Jennie taught by example Peace: life’s precious goal
Trina Graves – 24th October 2017
About This Poem
I wrote this poem for my mum’s birthday last year, I made it into a card so that the first part of the poem was on the outside, then when she opened it there was a full length picture of her mum with the rest of the poem about her.
I have written several poems for members of my family and had no intention of sharing most of them, but reading through them I thought some could be suitable to share, this being one.
As a little girl I held your hand tightly For the world was a scary place. As the years went by our clasp loosened As I became eager to explore Then the day came that we both let go And I was able to walk alone.
Whatever I have faced in my life I’ve known your hand is always there For me to hold, if I need. The warmth of your love And guidance of your hand Has steered me through the crowd of life To bring me through.
Now as the years pass I hold my hand out to you For I will always be there If you ever need me. Take my hand and together We can walk the rest of the path.
Trina Graves – 21st October 2001
About This Poem
When I was about nine or ten, I wrote a poem for my mum called Mother’s Hand. My mum still has it! So, when I began writing poems (as an adult) I wanted to have a go at re-writing it for her birthday.
I can’t believe it was almost seventeen years ago! And there was me thinking she was getting old reaching sixty-three, but in very few years I will be that age!!! Over the years I have written quite a few poems for my parents as they always love to receive them on special occasions. My mum will be eighty in October, so hopefully I will be up to the challenge of writing her something she will treasure. Now, as each birthday, anniversary and Mother’s/Father’s day comes round I begin to doubt that I can come up with something, but when I ask for guidance, it always comes. 🙂
With each new day as I awoke Like a spark I’d remember you were here A smile would warm my face and heart Those moments I treasure, so clear
I counted the weeks as they passed by Your presence I felt growing strong My joy and excitement thinking of you Those moments I treasure, my life long
You wriggled and kicked more powerfully each month My body stretching as it nurtured your growth Blossoming too was my complete devotion to you Those moments I treasure, Unconditional Love my oath
Then the moment arrived for us to meet face-to-face Time stood still with a tangible sense of awe The miracle of pregnancy and birth is a blessing in life Those moments I treasure, forever more
Now the years have passed, and you are grown But my memory of pure Bliss can still bring a tear When you were first place in my arms That moment I treasure, most dear
You are: my Joy, my Precious, my Beloved, my Life I’ve Loved you unconditionally right from the start Though life separates us, our Love continues and unites Our moments I treasure, Eternally you are part of my heart
Trina Graves – 10th March 2015
About This Poem
For all the special occasions I often write poems for my parents and put them in home-made cards using photographs of the family, they love this and with each one I do it seems they are more over-joyed. So, just before Mother’s Day in 2015, I sat to write a poem for my mum. However, after praying for guidance this poem was the result!
I was taken back, many years, to the excited feeling as I awoke and suddenly remembered I was pregnant, I loved being pregnant so this was a delight each morning. So, I just had to put that into words and then the rest of the poem followed on.
I gave my two daughters a print of the poem on a photo of me holding them as babies for Mother’s Day, as they are mother’s too.
Dear Mummy and Daddy, No matter what happens between us, during my childhood I will love you unconditionally.
You are my guide, my support, my lifetime anchor… for whatever becomes of me depends on our time together.
From you I will learn what love is. I will learn to be confident or shy, giving or selfish, loving or cruel. I will learn what is right and wrong, who I should respect and whether I should love and respect myself.
As I come into this world, into your tender care, I am a pure, clean sponge. I will soak up every look, every touch, every thought, every word, every feeling and they will mould me into the person that I will become.
So in the days, weeks, months and years ahead – please remember that – every thought, feeling, word, touch, and look… I will absorb.
If you treat me with love, caring, respect, tolerance, forgiveness and understanding – even when I do things wrong – then I will grow up into a kind, considerate, confident, loving, responsible, happy child and adult.
But if you treat me with intolerance, uncaring, harshness, words of anger and neglect… I will be… sad.
Trina Graves – 22nd December 1997
About This Poem
This was my first poem, apart from the words I wrote in 1993 (see: About This Blog). I wrote it the day my first grandchild was born on 22nd December 1997. I sat to write some words for the congratulations card to my son and his girlfriend, but instead these words just flowed out. I never gave it to them, but just filed it away!
Back then I had not heard of the Law Of Attraction, so I was amazed many years later when I pulled it out and found I had been writing about it so long before. Also, in the past few years I have been reading the work of people like scientist Bruce Lipton who now teach that children do indeed absorb everything, with no filters, for the first six years.
Update October 2019 This poem written on the day my first granddaughter (Jessica) was born, almost 22 years ago, now flows with a wonderful synchronicity: Jessica is now at University training to become a midwife!
Jessica also knows of the Law Of Attraction, and is interested in all things Spiritual! She has a beautiful personality, full of compassion and caring, so I know she will make an amazing midwife one day.
The cycle of life in a letter! I received the inspiration and wrote the letter on the day of her birth – the words were very meaningful for both of our lives, and her parents – and now as an adult, she is aiming to be delivering newborns into the world! And I’m sure will be bringing her ‘Light’ to all those whose life she ‘touches.’