Wednesday, February 12, 2014
I love poems, use to write poems everyday before my stroke. Even wrote two poems, that were read at my mamas funeral. My mama loved my poems, so did Eddie. After my stroke, I could not write them any more. Do not know why, my brain just would not cooperate. Well, this evening, one popped into my head, here it is; The weight I daily carry around, I fear is going to knock me to the ground. No, I am not talking about the weight I see upon my scale, that is another tale, to tell. The weight, weighs heavy upon my shoulders, like a bag of boulders. Jesus loves me, this I know, so onward, I will go. He is my shield, so to fear, I will not yield.