Margaret Zamorano

W. Los Angeles, California

Studied elementary education at Los Angeles Community College, taught at St. Patrick elementary school, studied Latin. also took classes in Spanish. Studied logic, Hindi, ethics, metaphysics, Buddhist, Judaism, Catholicism, and others and natural science and different levels of science and medicine. I am a Minister of Theology with the Sons of God Moses and Aaron Theology School; and King Solomon's Holy Spiritual Temple of God's Church. I wrote a book, "Prophets in the Land Today." I have worked at the alter with Pastor Nelson at Grace Lutheran Church, worked with the Board of Directors, President of Altar Guild and Director of Choirs. I am a Licensed Nurse, trained at General Hospital, now USC, worked at Kaiser Permanente Hospital in Bellflowers, and Norwalk in CCU, ICU, and Post Partum, Peds, Nursery, Cardiac ward. I also teach piano lessons. I love to draw illustrations for my poetry.

Altar Guild's Mothers

No mother in the world
could be found so special and so dear,
as a mother from God's Alter, taking the role of an Alter Guild
God working in women to wash away the tears.

No one could be sweeter,
than a mother deep in prayer,
the reverence of God combing the air.

No one could be more deserving of God's good things,
as a mother building her house of heavenly things;
and no wish is more rewarding than,
God's gift as He departs it with your heart's desires.

Happy Mother's Day to the Mother 's of the Church


Our Child

"Even before the breath of life, just a seed, the
start of my life, my father, mother and me. To watch
me grow share my needs even though I was but a seed.
Now I'm your son, me."

By life a baby has been given unto us, to love,
direct, and to mold his little life as he grows older,
to build within him trust. Our child, have began to
grow, to watch his smile, and the gestures of love,
which is a part of us. We mold him with the things,
we do and say. Oh just to see him grow in two
different ways. As each day come and go, seeing the
character of us both, being mold into one. A lot of
love, serious work has begun, yet so much fun, even
with the hardships that is to come. Knowing we are
one of many, but this love seem so few, for he's our
child.

To love a child, is to hold their little life so
dear. God granting this child within our care. Just
to take his little hand in ours, all soft, warm and
full of cheers, to wash away their little fears, there
is no greater joy that this here, Your baby's smile
is no greater joy than this here. Your baby's smile
holding so much love for the two no others love
will do. Just to hear I love you.
Yes to hold their tiny life, so sweet, help make our
life complete, sets a goal for us to do, to try and
mold our child quite unique. Giving him the pattern
of life complete. As he grows, the quality we have,
and love shared.

As we share old lullabies that travel far and near.
The dongs we sang, and many we hold within us so
dear. We want him to hear.

Our child so perfect and complete, from us, the flow
of life, all soft, warm, again so unique.

So lot us together, walk with him, sharing his every
need. Molding his character in life that he might
believe. Through him all things are possible, when he
tries, but now an infant is he, we hear his little
cries. Knowledge and power start with us, so let us
walk side by side, to mold, the greatest gift God
gave us, our child.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Margaret Zamorano. All rights reserved.