Homespun Verses by Grandma Pearl

By Pearl Williams

This is the first collection of poems published by Pearl Williams. In this book she successfully opens windows and lets the reader take a look at some of the everyday experiences of ordinary people. In down -to-earth, mostly rhyming, verses, she upturns memories, produces smiles, relates reminders of spiritual living.

Pearl, who in now eighty-six years old, has done most of her writing in the last twenty years. Her collection compares favorably with other published authors.

The book is divided into six selections:

MEMORIES OF THE HEART FOR A SMILE TO INSPIRE OF MANY THINGS OF THE SPIRIT

In each division the reader will find a mirror for some past experience in his life or a memory of some human experience. There are the invisible ones; men of determination; perfect mothers; childrens pleas; a path to some spiritual places and many inspirational gifts.

The reader will find the humor in Them Lord, the plight of those depicted in Invisible, the emotion in Peter: a story. The collection is filled with verses that will be enjoyed by those who love poetry.

Poetry is songs of the heart. Homespun Verses of Grandma Pearl will keep your heart singing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jan 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469731551

Pearl Williams

Pearlie Williams, who writes under the name of Pearl Williams, after more than twenty years of service, retired from The Oakland Public Library System in Oakland, California. She had worked as a para-professional and after retirement, used her skills working in her church library. Some of her other hours, were filled with writing.Her grandchildren discovered her collection of poems, and encouraged her to publish.Four of her poems have been published in anthologies by The National Library of Poetry. Pearl is now also retired from leadership in her church library but continues to write verses for her family and friends: poems referring to some daily occurrence. Writing helps to fill her days as she approaches her eighty-seventh birthday.

Book preview

Memories

The Widow

Prettier than the young girl she was

But she does not know it.

Softer than a floating cloud

But she does not show it.

Has a huge capacity to love

But pretends not to know it.

Hides her hurts deep within

And tries not to show it.

Her friends, too have demons to fight

But she does not know it.

They struggle, silently as she has done

Trying not to show it.

The faith she has is big enough

But she does not know it.

God has the power to help and heal

If she will only let him show it.

Mine Eyes Have Seen

Mine eyes have seen the beauty of a

newborn child

My arms have held her close

My heart is filled with overwhelming love

My ears have heard the strength

her cries boast

My soul cries out, Oh thank you God.

That my eyes have seen my first

Great-grandchild.

Mama

She had the ebony beauty of a stately

African queen

The most beautiful healing hands, that

were ever seen

Mama was a special lady less than five

feet tall

But to me she was a giant. Her heart

was biggest of all

Mama, I skinned my knee. Mama,

I stubbed my toe."

She always made it better.

Whatever I needed she would know.

In a house full of kids, each thinking

‘I’m her pet’

Every hug or kiss sent a message,

you’re the most precious yet.

No seer’s wisdom was greater.

What must I do? I would ask her.

No matter the size of the problem,

she would help me find the answer.

She had a thousand adages. Remembering

them brings back a smile.

Think before you speak., "beauty is as

beauty does." and such

saw me through many a mile.

The glue that held the family together,

in sunshine or rain

Mama, you are my champion

responsible for whom I became

Sally Sowed The Seed

I wake each day with anticipation

Learning something new daily is

my need

My thirst for knowledge was sprouted

Sally sowed the seed

She taught me how to read.

My world is abundantly full

For no greater wealth have I strove

With caring family and friends around me

Sally sowed the seed

She showed me how to love

Life’s journey is a rollercoaster

There are ups and downs along the way.

My connection to a higher power keeps me

grounded

Sally sowed the seed.

She taught me how to pray.

Memories

I remember how we danced

When jitterbugging was the style

You had your own crazy posture

Your antics always made me smile

I remember standing in the