Poetry by Amy and Friends...

New Years Poem By Amy Cubbison

AS THIS PAST YEAR IS COMING TO A CLOSE
I AM LOOKING BACK AT ALL THE AROSE

IT WAS A YEAR OF A LOT OF DRAMA AND SOME BAD
ESPECIALLY THE STROKE THAT ATTACKED MY DAD

IT BRINGS THE REALIZATION THAT LIFE CAN COME TO AN END
SO WHILE WE ARE HERE WE NEED TO ATTEND

WEDDINGS, BIRTHDAYS, FUNERALS AND IMPORTANT THINGS
AND LISTEN TO HOW THE CAGED BIRD SINGS

I THINK I FEEL THAT I ALWAYS MISSED THE FUN
BEING MARRIED SO YOUNG AND NOT KNOWING THE ONE

THE ONE THAT I AM TALKING ABOUT -THAT IS ME
THAT I NEVER REALLY GOT TO KNOW AND REALLY TO SEE

WHO I WAS AND WHAT I WANTED ON MY VERY OWN
THAT IS WHY I ALWAYS TALK ON THE PHONE

HAVING BABIES WAS THE HAPPIEST TIME IN MY LIFE
VERY FUFILLING BUT ALSO SOME STRIFE

THOSE BABIES GROW AND WE ARE LEFT ALONE
TO FEEL ALL OUR FEELINGS BUT NOT TURN TO STONE

THE NEW YEAR AHEAD I WANT TO DEVELOP ME
AND SEE ALL THAT I CAN REALLY BE

A GOOD MOTHER WHO KNOWS HER OWN SOUND
OF BEING EMPATHETIC BUT STANDING MY GROUND

BE A BETTER PERSON BUT KNOW ME AS ME
GET STRONGER SO I KNOW WHAT TO SEE

BACK TO CHURCH AND STAYING OUT OF BARS
WORK ON MY SOUL AND SEARCH FOR THE STARS

GOODBYE YOGIS IT HAS BEEN A LOT OF FUN
I HATE TO SAY IT BUT IT IS TIME TO RUN ( A LITTLE HUMOR)

I KNOW I ALWAYS WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE
THAT IS FINE AS LONG AS I BELIEVE

I WANT TO COME FROM FAITH AND NOT JUST FEAR
TO MAKE THIS ONE COMING A VERY SPECIAL YEAR

I AM SO BLESSED WITH MY HEALTH AND FAMILY I HAVE
NOT TO MENTION YOU FRIENDS -WITHOUT COULDN'T SURVIVE

TO EACH ONE THAT GETS THIS POEM FOR THE YEAR
YOU HAVE A PLACE IN MY HEART SO NEVER FEAR

I HOPE THE YEAR AHEAD IS FILLED WITH LOTS OF LOVE
SINCERE PEACE , HEALTH, HAPPINESS -ALL FROM ABOVE

THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE WHEN I GET OFF TRACK
AND THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS HELPING ME GET BACK

LETS ALL SPREAD THE LOVE TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE
BE THERE FOR ONE ANOTHER AND TALK FACE TO FACE



BEING A MOTHER by Amy Cubbison

IT MAY BE HARD BUT IT ALL GOES SO FAST
BLINK YOUR EYES TWICE AND IT IS ALL PAST

AT TIMES IT SEEMS THAT IT WILL NOT LAST
THAT IS WHAT ELDERS SAY WHO’S LIFE IS NOW PAST

THE DAY TO DAY DRUDGERY AT TIMES SEEMS TOO MUCH
UNTIL SHE REACHES OUT AND GIVES YOU HER TOUCH

AT THE INSTANCE IT ALL SEEMS WORTH IT AND MORE
MY HEART SWELLS UP WITH LOVE GALORE

THE DAILY THANK YOU’S ARE SORT OF REMISS
THAT IS ALL SWEPT AWAY WHEN THEY GIVE YOU A KISS

AT TIMES WE FORGET THAT OUR JOB FOR TODAY
IS TO RAISE LITTLE PEOPLE WHO ALL WILL OBEY

WE ALL TRY OUR BEST BUT DO MAKE MISTAKES
TOO BAD IT’S NOT A MOVIE WITH LOTS OF TAKES

THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS FOR US TO LET THEM SEE
AND DISCOVER WHO THEY ARE REALLY MEANT TO BE

I HOPE WHEN I AM GONE THAT THEY WILL KNOW
THAT I TRIED MY BEST AND I LOVED THEM SO





FAITH AS I SEE IT..........by Amy Cubbison

I SAY GOODBYE TO FEAR
THE DOOR IS NEAR

I GET OFF THE FLOOR
I ASK FOR MORE

I GET ON MY KNEES
I FEEL THE BREEZE

MY FAITH IS WEAK
ITS REACHED IT'S PEAK

I HAVE HAD MY DOUBTS
IT COMES IN SPROUTS

I SEE GOD IN THE TREES
AND FLOWERS AND BEES

THE WORLD IS SO GRAND
FROM FAR AWAY LAND

THIS COULD NOT BE A MISTAKE
IT IS ALL GIVE AND TAKE

I NEED IT FOR STRENGTH
AT ANY GREAT LENGTH

I WILL OPEN MY SOUL
AND FILL THE HOLE

SO I CAN BE ONE
AND FACE THE SUN

SO TO LIVE MY LIFE
WITHOUT TO MUCH STRIFE

I NEED TO BE STRONG
FOR MY KIDS ALL DAY LONG

I WILL STAND TALL
AND HEAR MY CALL

FROM MY GOD TODAY
AND FOLLOW HIS WAY

THE FUTURE IS GRAND
ON THIS FAR AWAY LAND



Welcome Home
By Amy Cubbison
from A Cup of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor
Hansen & Barry Spilchuk

In 1921 my grandparents emigrated from Russia due to the
pogroms driving the Jews out of the country. Their emergence
was adventurous in itself. Eventually they arrived at the
docks. Everyone who was boarding the boats for America had
to show fifty dollars before they were allowed into America.
My uncle, who was in America, sent the money to my
grandparents. While they were boarding the boat my grandfather
noticed a little boy crying hysterically. My grandfather went
over to him. The boy told my grandfather that he lost his money
and would not be allowed into the country. My grandfather gave
the small boy, whose name was Isadore Feterman, his fifty dollars.
Once they arrived in America my grandfather had to contact my
uncle and tell him that he needed more money. My grandfather had
to wait several days. Eventually everyone was allowed in the
United States.

Fifteen years later my grandfather was at his junk shop.
A limousine pulled up and out came two men. They asked for
Benjamin Lasensky. My grandfather replied that it was he. The
man introduced himself as Isadore Feterman and handed a blank
check to my grandfather. He said "I owe my success and happiness
in America to you. Fill the check to whatever amount you desire,"
(Isadore was a well-known millionaire.) My grandfather called my
uncle and told him. My uncle said "Just fill it out for the
fifty dollars we gave him."

Some years passed and they lost touch again. Several years
later, my grandfather's cousin was living in New York where
Isadore Feterman lived. It was my grandfather's 85th birthday.
My grandfather's cousin looked up Mr. Feterman and invited him
to my grandfather's party. He replied, "I wouldn't miss it for
the world." So, Isadore Feterman came to Granpa's 85th birthday
party and it was a pleasant surprise for my grandfather. Isadore
told everyone there the story of how he came to America.


To My Maker
by H. Wood

See the Art in me
Sometimes it’s hard
Sometime’s it a synphonphony
A Creator; A Freak; A stranger
What I create is just wasting time?
Don’t really mind – just wasting time?
Help me
Bridge that happy-ness
Make me
Move the mountains with my eyes and see the clouds as pretty…
(Chorus)
Make me walk on water – or at least with my toes
Make me laugh at children – with a chuckle or two
Make me twirl at dances – and let my dress swirl up
Make me sing when I can’t speak – surrounded by smiles
Make me run past roads I would never cross – with few stops
Make me skip though piles of empty leaves – that many hands pull together
Make me believe in you
Blind words calling me
Empty passages in books telling me
Help me…. believe in you
I offer you open arms
I beg of you - give me harmony
Make me
You can make me
Only You can make me
(Repeat Chorus)
Help Me…..Make me….
Make Me…Help Me….