Generations

Ponytails and puppy dogs, and long summer days

Storybooks and river brooks, children, at play…

Skinned knees and climbing trees, childhood now, just memories…

But I remember mama’s kisses on my cheek

Bedtime prayers, and sibling’s there, in a place called, Rocky Creek.

A mountain of tears was wiped away, in the dark, when mama prayed

Now I lay me down to sleep, Father all my children keep, ever in your hands

Bless their lives and when they’re old, let all their memories be as precious as gold…

Mama prayed and we all said, Amen.

Walking slow, to and fro, this body can hardly go…

But I’m blessed beyond measure, for all of life’s treasure

Is seen in the little-uns faces…

Round and round the time-clock races…

A new generation to bring…

Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee.

~Marla Shaw O’Neill December 22, 2024