Self Expression Magazine
With Mother's Day coming up this weekend, it's a perfect time to honor the special women in our lives.
Dennis De Rose has known Pearl for 53 years. This poem is his tribute to her.
“Thank God for Pearl”
I went to church when I was five,Sunday School, never missed.I looked over; who did I see?Well, of course, I saw Pearl teaching.
Time went by and I got older,I graduated to the “big church”.I looked over, I sat on the left.Who was on the right, Pearl.
Once a month, every month,Usually the first Sunday… Food`s aplenty.Go downstairs to eat, who`s there?Right again. Pearl, with bowl in hand, always happy.
Time goes by, I'm married now.It's Sunday. Church again; this time with family.I look to the right, across the aisle,and who`s there? Right again. Pearl…
1999, it's a very sad Sunday in church.My Gramzer, upfront in casket; she passed away.I stood up, turned around, I said a few words.Who do I see? Pearl, with handkerchief, wiping away a tear.
It`s Sunday, Church, Choir time.I walk up front and once again,Looking behind me, I see...Pearl, ready to sing for Jesus.
Time goes by; my whole family is with me.We're on the left, as usual.It's been 53 years since that first Sunday.I look over. Who do I see? I see Pearl once again.
Pearl, I thank God for you…
You can visit Dennis De Rose at his Website
Dennis De Rose has known Pearl for 53 years. This poem is his tribute to her.
“Thank God for Pearl”
I went to church when I was five,Sunday School, never missed.I looked over; who did I see?Well, of course, I saw Pearl teaching.
Time went by and I got older,I graduated to the “big church”.I looked over, I sat on the left.Who was on the right, Pearl.
Once a month, every month,Usually the first Sunday… Food`s aplenty.Go downstairs to eat, who`s there?Right again. Pearl, with bowl in hand, always happy.
Time goes by, I'm married now.It's Sunday. Church again; this time with family.I look to the right, across the aisle,and who`s there? Right again. Pearl…
1999, it's a very sad Sunday in church.My Gramzer, upfront in casket; she passed away.I stood up, turned around, I said a few words.Who do I see? Pearl, with handkerchief, wiping away a tear.
It`s Sunday, Church, Choir time.I walk up front and once again,Looking behind me, I see...Pearl, ready to sing for Jesus.
Time goes by; my whole family is with me.We're on the left, as usual.It's been 53 years since that first Sunday.I look over. Who do I see? I see Pearl once again.
Pearl, I thank God for you…
You can visit Dennis De Rose at his Website