"The Jingle Bell Bum" (Read The Touching True Story...please!) Comment at patriciahanrion.com

"The Jingle Bell Bum" (Read The Touching True Story...please!) Comment at patriciahanrion.com
Still available on Amazon for Nook and Kindle, hard copy booklett to re-print November 2013

Monday, May 21, 2018


My Mother’s Hands

My Mother’s hands laced with blue
Have done most things that women do
Infants tended, clothing mended
Cooked the food, stayed level headed
During strife, days full and rich
Pulled life off without a hitch
Grumpy, mean and not so nice
I can’t think of one sacrifice

When my hands mirror hers
With memories blank or blurred
Will children see the things I’ve done?
Remember laughter and the fun
Smile through tears, don’t have a frown
I will not let my guard come down
When opposite I try to be
Not like her but being me


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Children's Sight
My children have heard of mountains high with running babbling brooks
But the only ones they have seen were in borrowed library books

My children have heard of animals wild in lands both near and far
But the only ones they have heard growled behind a zoos' strong bars

My children have heard of flowers sweet, growing thick in shades of red
But the only ones they could find grew in the rows of plant nursery beds

Prisoners of the city, as sure as they can be 
Though their cells are never barred or have a lock and key
How can I teach of God's wisdom or his deep abiding love?
When all they see of his kingdom is a hawk fighting with a dove

But children's sight is special, just journey through their eyes
The things we think are gloomy don't ever touch their lives
Try to catch a sunbeam, laughter at the bug trapped in a tree
"Mommy I can't see you, that means you can't see me."

Grass up through the sidewalk, flowers from a crack
Squinting at the clouds while lying on their backs
Rich or Poor, no matter, as long as there is love
They feel the light and blessings that come down from above

Joy in life and living and thanking Him each day
My children teach a lesson, and in a special way...

If we could overlook the bad and see as children do 
 Our days would be like heaven and sad times be but few