Leon Griffith

Eclectic, Alabama

Griffith, Henry Leon, [pen.] Leon Griffith; [b.] November 22, 1918, Eclectic, Alabama; [p.] Lee Griffith, Janie T. Griffith; [m.] Lillian Griffith, June 27, 1942; [ch.] Henry Leon, Jr., Gloria Lynn (deceased), Fay Griffith McDow; [ed.] High School Graduate; [occ.] Building contractor-retired; [memb.] Eclectic United Methodist Church; [hon.] Golden Poet 1991; [oth. writ.] Other poems; [pers] I try to accent the precious gift of life in my poems; [a.] Eclectic, AL 36024. "As a teenager, I wrote love letters in poetry. I am a veteran. In 1943 I reached my destination in Assom, India. That night in the bamboo jungle, in a tent with a candle for light, I wrote my wife a letter in poetry. My tent mates sent it to their wives also, just changed my wife's name to theirs. I still have the original."

Lest We Forget

From the moment of your anxiously awaited birth
Love and favors have been lavished on you.
To your mother and daddy you were the dearest thing on earth.
To brothers and sisters you were extra special too.

Life is so wonderful it is not our desire to forfeit one day.
YOU are YOU - because mother and daddy passed life your way.
You owe them lots of love they were always there for you.
Are your payments up to date or are you overdue?

Your life could have been rough - for all around you to see.
Had mother and daddy not met your needs and lovingly bounced you on their knee.
They met your needs because they loved you - their precious child.
Your smiles and laughs pleased them so -- your tears drove them wild.

It matters not how old we are or where on the road of life we might be.
If its happiness you are seeking - then love is the key.
Besides mother and daddy, and brothers and sisters, many others will bring love into your life.
I thank God for my precious children and a wonderful loving wife.

Go to a cemetery and notice all the beautiful flowers you see.
All trying to say, "I love you" to someone that used to be.
Let us show our love while the precious gift of life is ours.
Don't' wait too late and have to say it with beautiful flowers.

Lest We Die

Man can not live by bread alone
some have tried -- many are gone.
Above your stomach there is your heart.
It must have love, if it is to do its part.

Above your heart there is a very active mind
Ever searching for truth, all it can find.
You are no hermit, secluded and still.
You are in there fighting, prompted by a very strong will.

There is your conscience, covering you like a quilt,
Seeking relief from fear, blunders you have made, and guilt.
Is there hope that someday you will experience immortality
And that at the moment of your death it will be reality?

Have you ever battled a problem that at first you could not solve,
but you did not give up because of an inward resolve?
Have you ever on this ladder of life you soar
Found a place so familiar you felt you had been there before?

Have you ever been up, with things better than you could ever hope,
Then suddenly you are down, feeling I can not cope?
Take a look inside of you, as deeply as you are able.
You will find just a small part of what sustains you comes from a table.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Leon Griffith. All rights reserved