Mary Flowers Parks
Wichita, Kansas, USA
Mary Flowers ParksWichita, Kansas, USA |
|
Mary Flowers Parks was born on September 11, 1904 in Paducah, Kentucky to Caskey and William Alexander Flowers. She graduated from Tilghman High School in 1922. She worked for a time as a Bookkeeper. She married Rupert F. Parks on December 25, 1929. They moved to Murray, Kentucky where she became a homemaker and mother. She is grandmother to four and has two great grandchildren. She worked with the Boy Scouts as a den mother, with the Girl Scouts as a leader and taught children's Sunday School classes and youth groups.She enjoys painting, pressing flowers for cards and pictures, and working with stained glass.She moved to presbyterian Manor in Wichita, Kansas in 1985 and started writing poems. She was chosen as one of the finalists in the Art of the Ages: Celebrating the creativity of senior Kansas sponsored by the Kansas Association of Homes for the Aging in 1994 and 1995. She has also been a winner and been published in "The Best of Presbyterian Manors" for several years. |
One Phone CallToday was dull, tonite I'm drearyMy body tired, my spirit weary. The phone rings and lo and behold It's a dear friend from long, long ago. A miracle, the stars began to shine My spirits lifted, the world was mine, Her voice was soft, so nice and clear, She always was my friend so dear. Sometimes just a happy "Hello," Can raise spirits that were so low, I felt again, life was really good, I started counting my blessings as we all should. A friend is a very special gift Always there our spirits to lift, We too should be a friend to all, Just try a three-minute telephone call. | The RoseGod looked down at his new creation,The world, and saw that it was good, The trees and lovely flowers, The mountains so lofty stood. The flowers all so beautiful, But none outshone the rest, God thought for just a moment. I must have one that's the very best! One that stands for faith and love, That carries a message from above, That you are special my love to me, My love as sturdy as a redwood tree. So God though for a moment or two, This must be special, just for you, So He right then and there, Made a lovely rose, a blossom so rare, To tell of His love, to someone so dear. It's meant to bring happiness and cheer, To tell you that you are dearly loved, Not only by the sender, but by God up above. | Our WorldThe world would be a happier placeA place where we would love to be If only we could think of you In place of "me","me","me". Our sailors on a lonesome sea Our fliers in the sky If only we would pray for them In place of "my", "my", "my". So why don't "we" instead of "me" And use "ours" in place of "mine" Would make this world a happier place And no more of "me's" and "my's" |