Through My Grandmothers' Eyes

Peace
By: Lillie Miller Popham

I walked the beach and watched the waves
bury the shore in a watery grave.
Castles left by some child at play
quickly crumbled and were swept away.

So it has been since time began;
the tide goes out, the tide rolls in.
So goes the days of our lives;
our fate is as inevitable as the tides.

I walked the shore a mile or more
and my soul was calmed by the oceans roar.
And this truth occured to me,
I will live each day as it should be.

Yesterday is gone like the tides of the sea,
now is now, tomorrow may never be.
So I will strive to right each wrond I've done
and peace will come with the setting sun.

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Stars
By Lillie Miller Popham

I awake at night with a nagging pain
that just won't let me sleep again.
I go outside to watch the stars,
they looks so near but are so far.

Unlike others who can not sleep
I count stars instead of sheep.
We only see them when at night,
the daytime sun turns off it's light.

I watch them twinkle for a while,
I believe a star is an angels' smile.
Then a special one I see -
my guardian angel watching me.

I go back into my room,
to try once more to sleep
and watching through my window
is my guardian angel, my safety to keep.

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Tiny Ships
By Lillie Miller Popham

Down in the meadow, by a big oak tree,
is a babbling brook running cold and free,
Carrying tiny ships of bark and leaves
tossed in the water by you and me.

On past the meadow to a wider stream,
flowing along as quiet as a dream,
carrying our ships to some far off land
to be pulled ashore by a native childsl hand.

He shall wonder from whence they came,
these foreign ships that bare no name.
He shall toss them back to sea,
these ships that were launched by you and me.

Then on and on, till their journey's end,
tossed upon the shore by a hurricanes' wind,
to reach their final destiny -
these ships that were launched by you and me.

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Sight
By Lillie Miller Popham

I walk in the sunlight while I yet can see
as a world of darkness closes in on me.
The years are stealing my God given sight ,
the ravages of time turning off it's light.

But I am storing all the beauty that I know see
in a room in my mind called memory.
And if total darkness shall come someday
I will face the future with a smile and say...

"Thank you God for the gift of my sight
and for all the years I walked in the light
and if total darkness shall be thy will
I shall see all your treasures in my memory still.

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The Hour of Parting
By Lillie Miller Popham
She wrote this poem the day before she passed away.

I wanted time for gathering flowers
and seeing rainbows span the sky,
but all too soon came the hour of parting
and the time to say good bye.
No time for sunny fun filled days
or long walks in the sun.
I knew too soon the hour of parting
and the time to say good bye would come.
But if I return - or never -
whatever fate decrees
I will cherish the memory ever
for the time God gave to me.

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