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“ME”

Post on November 2nd, 2008 by Phyllis

About this poem:

Ever since I can remember, I have loved poetry. There were so many things that stirred my imagination and decided at an early age I was going to do them all. But writing was one thing I knew came fairly easy for me. Any writing assignments from my English teacher, Ms. Madge Gibson, were always looked forward to and I was excited to see what kind of grade I would make. The years have come and gone by so fast and my life has been wonderful. The many things I dreamed of doing, in a small way have been realized, but writing had gone by the way side. Eight years ago I had a friend who tragically lost her daughter about the same age as my daughter. I hurt for her so! I was driving one morning and thoughts were on my friend. Alone in my thoughts, the words of her grief started coming to me and I cried. Immediately I grabbed a piece of paper, pulled over and parked and began to write. I wrote her daughter’s story and my poetry was again a spark within me. The following poem was written a short while after the death of Brenda and expresses my feelings of what God has blest me with.

“The Little Girl and Me”

Phyllis Bowles Sept. 2002

When I was but a little girl a little more than three, I used to dream about the things I’d like to grow to be. I’d pretend to be a movie star upon a great big screen and with the blinking of an eye, I was able to dance and sing.

And though my song and dance left much to be desired, I believe the drama within my soul was truly God inspired.

I loved to be dramatic and dream of things unknown and made big plans of others lands that I would love to roam.

Through this journey of my life, I’ve experienced many things.

I have performed upon the stage just as I used to dream. I have visited many places—that only in my mind I had traveled to in imagination, the travels had been confined.

Looking back on all the things that God has let me do, they seem so insignificant, compared to what he’s brought me through. There have been so many valleys and at time I felt so lost, but ahead of me I’d see a hill and upon the hill—a cross.

Near the cross was comfort and new strength would come to me and I would hear a whisper, “I’m still right here, so very near, just simply trust in me.”

I would muster up my courage and take up my shield of faith and sometimes, ‘twas quite heavy and would stumble beneath the weight. But as I struggled forward, my next hill to climb, the cross and HE was waiting as he had been all the time.

My dreams fulfilled in childhood and the beauty of places I’ve been, can ne’er compare the joy I’ve shared on this journey I’ve traveled with HIM.

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