IN MY MIND’S EYE
Sometimes I see a child, me, clumsy, wearing boots ugly and high,
Crying at the scoffs of other children, as I tried to hurry by,
Worst of all their parents used to laugh, with mean, vicious faces,
I would want to run away and hide in unknown forgotten places.
Then the scene changes and I’m dancing on a stage agile as can be,
No one scoffs or stares, they no longer want to make fun of me.
Not silly, clumsy, awkward Annie who always seemed to fall,
It is still the same person inside, but folks do not see that at all.
Now the scene changes again, I fly with the birds in the sky,
Look down and see the beauty given us by a loving God on high.
I see myself married, husband and children enveloped in love,
Then our children’s children, each a precious gift from above,
I see the plains of Judea and the deserts of the east where walked
Jesus, and I walked with Him and always listened when he talked.
I can see a mighty ship floundering in a gale on the cruel, harsh sea,
Feel the waves crash over the side and know the fear of others in me.
I can see a sunset that just takes my breath away with beauty rare,
Or a sunrise on an icy morn filled with loveliness beyond compare,
Then walk through a meadow with sweet smelling flowers at my feet,
Then coming toward me, husband, family and many friends to greet.
My mind’s eye see can a million things when my mind opens wide,
I don’t think I will ever live long enough to write everything inside.

M Ann Margetson December 5, 2001