Bob Day St. Augustine, Florida

Raised in the Henniker NH hills where the beauty of nature and the warmth of family and lifetime friends reflect the perfection of God's work. My appreciation for the values instilled in my childhood have endured and increased throughout my life, and are evident in 60 years of my poetic works. My career ranged from farm boy, USAAF pilot, salesman, postal clerk & carrier, business management and development and literary compositions that included sci-fi novels, puzzle books and poetry. Philosophical theoretics: 1. Happiness is a harmonious blend of humanity, nature, and love, enriched with the approval and blessings of our Lord. 2. Patience and tolerance are enhanced by the moral virtues of Christianity. 3. Walk with Christ and you will never walk alone.

Why, Mother, Why In the wilderness of night A chill invades my soul with fright. As yet, unborn, I gasp for breath To scream. I sense impending death! I'd give my life for you, you know And with your help my love would grow. Why, Mother? Why? What have I done? Am I not meant to be your son? To make my plea, I have no voice, So Mom, it's you who makes the choice. Why must I die to suit your need? My life is still a Godly deed. Who speaks for me in man-made laws Which serve to justify your cause? Why, Mother? Why? What have I done, That you destroy your unborn son? No grave to mark my place of rest. No date of birth to show I'm blest. No hugs of joy to share with you. No chance to prove the things I'd do. I'd make you proud if I could be The son whose life God placed in me. Why, Mother? Why? What have I done, That you abort your loving son?

Daily Blessings Oftentimes I pause each day To raise my eyes above And thank the Lord for all the ways He has of showing love. He blesses me with food each day To keep my body strong; A place to sleep and clothes to wear, And fills my heart with song. And all the wonders of the world Are there for me to share With splendor far exceeding what I search for in my prayer. My joys are wrapt in blessings That fit me like a glove, And yet the greatest joy I've known Is having Him to love.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Bob Day. All rights reserved.