The Lies and Secrets of The Barron of Brighthollow (D&D Module)
The Dragon and The Onion Girl (Novel)
Poem For Mom
Mothers Day
Since we were born,
where else was torn,
your love held us together like glue.
Our rock and guide,
even if we tried,
how could any ever deserve you?
I thank the Lord
for the woman who poured
her heart out for all to view.
Patient and kind,
yet stern of mind,
let none deny you your due.
Christmas Poem (continued)
At Christmas she gives,
though we’re grown and we live
the lives she prepared us to choose.
Yet still, we can see,
beneath every tree,
her gifts are her heart’s gentle clues.
Her table a feast,
from greatest to least,
a banquet of joy and delight.
Her home is the heart
where each day feels like art,
a canvas of warmth she renews.
Thanksgiving, Noel,
and Easter as well,
her house holds the family’s hues.
If God gave the choice,
to shape and give voice
to the perfect mother to be,
I’d need no debate,
for she’d replicate
the template He gave me in thee.
Though human, it’s true,
with flaws like all do,
your love and your care never wavered.
A saint among few,
God’s gift shines through,
a treasure we never have savored.
So this Christmas I pray,
that joy fills your day,
for your worth can no words define.
The greatest of gifts,
your love always lifts,
a blessing from God, by design.