Margaret Reed

Riviera, Texas

Margaret Elizabeth Reed. Born: Nov.13,1930. Parents: Napoleon M. and Ruby L.(Jarrard) Calfee. Spouse: Alvin Morris Reed Marriage date: May 27,1950 Children: Daniel, David, Ray, Paul Education: Mosheim High, Mary (1948), Mary Hardin Baylor College (1-sem), Clifton Jr. College (1-sem), Texas A&I College ('61-62); received a Scholarship to Mary Hardin Baylor College, Belton, TX (Fall '48) Occupation: Housewife Memberships: Playhouse of Design Art Organization, Kingsville, TX since 1981. Member of Recardo Baptist Church, Ricardo, TX. Honors: I was Valedictorian of my senior graduating class from Mosheim High School in 1948, Mosheim, TX. Other writings: Had poems published by the American Poetry Association, of Santa Cruz, CA in their Anthologies: (1985-"Hearts on Fire: A Treasury Of Poems on Love" Vol II (1 poem); 1986- "Hearts on Fire: A Treasury Of Poems on Love" - Voll III; (1987)- "Hearts on Fire: A Treasury Of Poems on Love"- Vol IV (1 poem); (1986)-"Best New Poets Of 1986" (1 poem); (1967)- "Words of Praise: A Treasury of Religious And Inspirational Poetry" (3 poems)
Personal note: "Poetry is a vast, untapped source of inspiration that springs to life when triggered by strong emotions, such as the loss of a loved one in death, observing the beauty of nature, and the joy of being with family and friends. It is an unearned gift from God that is deeply satisfying, and very mysterious. I thank God He has given me this outlet for my life's experiences. "

Time

The measured step of man through the ages: at times, a "will-o-wisp"
that we chase with out-stretched eager hands, and nimble feet,
hoping to draw it to our breasts and hang on to it tightly.
Such a long way to go, to experience all the mysteries that life will open up
to us.  Each day, a brand new day, filled with play, hope and happiness.
But bodies must grow, and minds store away all the lessons learned, to be
taken out later, scrutinized and categorized as to worth and importance.
The important things will become permanent, and the frivolous discarded
unconsciously.  Life, evolving from the concentration on "Self", to
"relationships" and "interactions" with others of similar and different sex.
How interesting and beautiful the enlarging spectrum of the colors of life-
so many different races, languages, and customs.
But then comes the call to find a soul mate, to be joined to in body and
spirit in the ecstasy of love and fulfillment, bringing forth the seed to
perpetuate the progress of mankind through the veils of time.
The "River of Life" flowing naturally around all obstacles, bridging all
chasms, in it's headlong race toward the " Ocean of Life".
How swiftly time flies! If only we could slow it down somehow! But it is
not to be!  It has no master, and triumphs over all flesh on the face of the
earth.  It is the great judge of human history, with all it's ups and downs.
And when the hoary head is laid in final rest, untrammeled Time marches on.
Ah, nebulous Time, where are you now?