It's Her

It's Her

By George Frederick Nash

I thought I would never meet someone

Who would take my breath away,

Claiming my spirit

And blessing me in every possible way.

A strong soul

So beautiful and pure,

A bright light that brings this world

So much joyous cheer.

I hope to find her

And become part of her best,

Realizing that she is 

Bone of my bone

And flesh of my flesh.

Just like Jacob,

I am committed to complete the garden,

Showing how much I value

The most precious thing to her father.

A lovely Queen

Regal as the monarchs of the Nile,

A wonderful spirit that

Loves the people

Like a mother loves her child.

My soul is happy

And it is doing a celebration dance,

Because I have seen her

And recognize that I must not miss this chance.

First I worship

And bless God for being true,

Then I pray

And ask Him to see me through.

Asking for guidance

To connect with such a gentle flower,

Keeping my heart open

To stay near her.

Knowing that I cannot be scared 

To show her who I am,

I leap.

Looking for a place to land

In her heart

In her soul

Hoping she would open the door

And let me in her fold.

Macaroni And Cheese

Macaroni And Cheese

By: George Frederick Nash

I stand at the edge of the field

Taking in the smell of the summer breeze.

In the distance my mother yells from the porch

"It's lunch time. I made your favorite... macaroni and cheese."

I take off and run fast as I can.

Running so hard

As much as my little feet can stand.

I make it to the porch

And jump to the top step.

Embracing the sweet aroma

Of love that is so heart felt.

I run to the table to

Take my seat.

My mother says,

"Stop running or you won't get your favorite treat."

I stop running and walk fast.

I make it to the table and ask for a big glass.

She says,

"What would you like to drink my impatient little son?"

I reply,

"Red kool-aid! That sounds like fun."

With a smile, I begin to feed my face.

Stuffing my little belly, as much as it can take.

As my mom walks toward the table,

I think to myself

I am so pleased.

Not because she is wonderful and beautiful.

But because she made me macaroni and cheese.