Weather-bee (Alma Ann Williams) Vardaman, MS, USA

A helpmate, Mother and Grandmother, she grew up on a farm in America, a free land. A wilderness, with little charm. There was a Mother and a Dad. A dog named "Bounce" and a cat called "Snow." She had the best parents she could have had. There's little else to know. She married a "sweet" farmer man. God gave her four little ones to cherish and feed. Hugs and kisses is Ann's "love land." What else could she need? A mystery, you will find, in a deep corner of her mind. Far away, she has flown. Little more is known. Mental visions of sight on paper, she writes.

Heaven Bound Up, up and away, I go strapped in my seat - thru a cloud of foam. Leaving behind, my worry and woe. I'm going home. Don't look back - it's straight up - ahead. On a summit peak. suspended in space; clouds for a bed. Joy and peace, I seek. Loved ones bid me "Come." Loved ones bid me "Stay." Alas! My heart is numb Everything awry. An urge to roam; Why do I cry? Undecided am I; stamina low soaring like an eagle. In a swift wind flow, Shall I pass thru the eye of the needle? Perfect peace, perfect joy - such ease "fasten your seat belt, please."

Brian (1976-1994) Where are you? Love divine I look and look, I can not find You were, you are, one of a kind. Eyes of blue, teeth of pearl - a straight line. There you are! I have you so near; yet out of reach So young, so strong, so true A propelled force; waves on the beach. Wonderful! The gaze on sky blue. I search; far and near Room to room; he can't be far Come to me my love, never fear Make you stay; Never so close to the bar. Come to me, my love, hold my hand. Take me to your never, never land On the clouds. Oh! I ran To get a glimpse, as fast as I can. "Tis Heaven, this land everything; beautiful and grand One day to see such wonderful wealth Up the ladder of life; down the slope of death.

Sweet Pete The game of life, I can no longer play I dug my ditches, plowed my row I must go, I cannot stay To reap, God says, if I sow. The ditches were deep, the rows long The mules, I followed, that pulled the plow So weak, I feel, no strength to be strong Would make another field, but how? My feet are tired - legs refuse to move The shoulders, once strong, are bent. The heart that sang is no longer in the groove. Pain, my body has rent! Weak, weary and worn, the eyes. That beheld God's wonderful world. The sky of blue, the birds that fly The dawn of a new day - unfurl. Inside this old head, visions of God's world whirl, Mansions and glory - I dream Streets of gold, gates of pearl Rainbows are the color scheme.

All poems Copyright ©1997 Alma Ann Williams. All rights reserved.