Marjorie Foster Fleming

Crystal Lake, Illinois, USA

Born: Rowland Park, Cheltenham, PA
Spouse: Paul S. Fleming - 1961 (John J. Hundermark - 1949)
Son: John F. Hundermark
Grandsons: Jeffrey and Gregory Hundermark
Son: David L. Hundermark
Education: Graduated from Ursinus College
Personal Statement: If we use both "good and bad" experiences toward enhancing our spiritual growth... then act with Love, we will be happy. Viola! We are one step up on the stairway to Heaven. I think "perception" is the surgeon who separates "anguish" from the situation. "I believe in the power of Prayer and in Miracles."

Progenies United

You sat on either side of me.
Your ages ten and twelve.
Through generations that separate, passed the essence of our soul
To bind us one, to one, to one...in spirit strong and free.
You sat on either side of me,
When I was seventy six.
With rapid pulse, I searched your faces for reminders of myself,
To bind us one, to one, to one, for progenies to see.
You sat on either side of me,
Age did not matter then.
Caught in fierce, racing, time, you did not know I kissed you silently,
And bound us one, to one, to one, for all eternity.

Christmas Magic

Dear, look to the Christmas angel
atop your Christmas tree.
Then all your wishes will come true,
When she smiles down on you.
Listen to the bells of Christmas
ringing throughout the land
The church, the school, and sleigh bells, too,
sounds of love...old...yet...new.
In the middle of falling snow and sparkling crystal rain
when winds blow cold against the frosted window pane
there's a pleasant warmth felt everywhere in the merry Christmas glow
Since all your Christmas blessings dwell
as spirits in your heart;
become as Santa full of mirth.
Spread peace and joy on earth.

Tyrants Of The Night

Rush onward in your endless flight,
Oh, giant tyrants of the night.
Less shaded by a veil of gloom.
I fail to see the summer moon.
Unlike the firefly or the star.
Designed to flicker from afar,
Moon's glow was meant to flood the earth,
In her the poets' dreams find birth.
My life, my loves, I must impart
To this enchantress of my heart.
So, clouds, begone to distant skies
Let moonlight beam all it implies.
In darkness, love is lost by broken ties.
Lovers neath a shining moon say "adieu"
to sighs and cries and love that dies!
Moon spell prevail...
O'er hill and dale
Romance be king!
While tyrants of the night... take wing!

Whispers Of Escaped Thoughts

Thoughts of all sorts pervade the mind.
The way to release them is sometimes hard to find.
The brain holds them as if it were a jail.
They cannot be released on any kind of bail.
Some are private and should stay where they are.
Others should be scattered near and afar.
With great effort some manage to escape,
From where they have known mauling..death..or rape.
Disguise of laughter, screams, or gasps, and sighs,
Or wails and prayers, can tear them from their ties.
Then, once broken away from their captor "the brain",
They change into whispers of escaped thoughts...free to remain
Thence to detect-enlighten-buffer-man's struggle against the wind.
They bring new life to places where before man failed or sinned.
A thought in it's free state, is as flexible as the breeze
To gain a new configuration-modified or embellished-to please.
Descending like breeze-swirled, leaves of the fall.
Multicolored words, soft or brittle, broken or shaped, drop on all.
To nurture..be reborn...return to brain.
Where mind swirls...and thoughts plan escape again.