The Poetry of Ann Margetson

MY BLESSING LIST
When I am feeling sorry for myself and things seem to go wrong,
Or I am down in the dumps, my sad heart not wanting a song,
I give myself a little prod and try to shake off the grumpy blues
By thinking about all my blessings, wondering which first to choose.

I start by using my fingers to count my blessings, name them one by one
And it is not long before I?m smiling and my miserable feeling gone.
Then I look around at others, at their pain and trials they have to
bare,
I know I should count my blessings, help others and my a little help
share.

I grumble because I have the flu? and seem to ache from head to toe,
Until I saw a young woman smile as in a wheelchair she had to go.
I moaned because my feet were cold and wet from winters ice and snow,
Until I saw a child with no legs being pulled on a sled, laughing as he
did go.

Then I knew how many blessings I had that I took for granted every day,
I promised to change myself, make myself more appreciative in some way,
So now instead of just counting my blessings, I get up and try and do
good,
Even in little things like helping someone smile, because I know I
should.

I began to enjoy myself going around helping with a smile upon my face,
Feeling down in the dumps, no longer does my life disgrace,
Now I am trying to always help my fellow men and count my blessings
too,
Do you know, I feel so much better and younger than I ever used to.

So why not count all your many blessings, count them one by one?
Then look around at others worse off and see what can be done.
Then lend a helping hand, go even more than the extra mile
And at the end of a busy day, you?ll count blessings again and smile.

M Ann Margetson November 28, 2001

As a child I often wondered why she came alone
To the well, for not too far from my old home,
Was a well, a meeting place to stop and have a chat,
The folks would gather round and talk of this or that.
It was before they had running water, so it had to be carried
Just like in the time of Jesus, where everyone tarried.
She must have been an outcast, who no one would talk to,
So she went alone not to be snubbed, but He knew
Of her need of comfort, and her need to hear the truth,
She was a sinner, but humbled with much reproof,
She would accept the words he told her that fine day
As he stopped and asked a Samaritan for water far away
From home, ‘twas the Saviour who loved her just as she was,
And for each repentant sinner He willingly died upon the cross,
I hope we learn a lesson from the lonely woman at the well
And be like the Saviour, show love, for who of us can tell
What is in the heart of another, who seems dirty or unclean,
Don’t be like the hypocrites, but glow with love’s bright beam.

M. Ann Margetson
© November 2, 2000
2000/Womanwell

Every day I passed I noticed him, apart,
Not welcome in the group, his heart
I wondered one day, would it break?
Each day his shoulders lowered in ache,
No one seemed to notice him at all,
Just a cipher on the cold hard wall.
A plan came to my head that might do
Say sorry and smile maybe make his day,
It would not be hard to make it work that way.
I hurried along, gently gave him a bump,
Oh, how that action made him jump!
I smiled and said “Sorry” “That’s okay”
But a hint of a smile as the words he did say.
“It’s a beautiful day, look at the blue sky”
For the first time he raised his head high,
He nodded and light came to his eye,
The bus came, I gave him a farewell wave,
I hoped that just a little love that day I gave.
Now we stop and chat every time we meet
At least he knows he has a friend to greet.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 18, 2000
2000/Afriend

Sometimes our burdens are heavy,
The pathway rough and steep,
For some, heart aches are many,
And in depressions sometimes creep.
You feel no strong supporting arm
From the love you truly love,
Or there is much trouble, not calm
In the home, not like home above.
Yet amidst all the hurt and pain
That within a heart may lie,
The Lord will help you glory gain,
And He hears every sad sigh.
Just show more love and don’t give in
To Satan’s call for a hurtful word,
And slowly the hurt and pain will dim,
And may be a kind work for you is heard.

M. Ann Margetson
© October 14, 2000
2000/Aching

She was very old and very deaf and also nearly blind,
Yet she could still do things, was never a bind
To others, independent she always wanted to be,
“If I’m ever a burden, please take me home, set me free.”

The Lord sighed and thought, Do I answer her prayer?
Do I take her home so she causes no trouble or care?
He shook His head, NO, other folks need to grow,
He would take her when He knew it was her time to go.

A Comforting voice came to her as she sat in her chair,
Telling it’s not your time, in patience she had to bear
The trials and tribulations that old age would bring,
But when her time came, she would hear the angels sing.

She blessed all those that helped her, day after day,
She would always thank them, cheer them on their way,
Although she longed for home to be in heaven above,
But if God wanted her to stay, she would radiate His love.

Everyone loved her, she was a joy to serve and to know,
Many folks learned to serve from her on earth below,
One day she felt no pain, saw lights and did rejoice,
For she heard sweet singing from each angel voice.

She knew she was going home, God His promise kept,
For she did hear angels sing, for sheer joy she wept,
She hoped she could show them of her pure state of grace,
So as she died, the Lord put a perfect smile upon her face.

M Ann Margetson
© October 6, 2000
2000/aburden

How can I find words that tells of the love
That glows like a beacon guiding the way
To celestial homes in realms up above?
Oh help me find the right words to say.

In God’s holy places we are taught
And shown so clearly the path to tread,
How to be free from any evil thought
And to overcome every earthly dread.

God in His mercy loves us so deep
He’s given us temples wherein to learn
Of heaven and maybe through the veil peep
And so always want for heaven to yearn.

That gift is there waiting for you dear friend
Come share in the blessings that are so free,
For in this uncertain world, we can depend
On God and His truth to your journey’s end.

M. Ann Margetson
© August 5, 2000
2000/HowcanI

I loved going to grandma’s house, it was so small,
Only two little bedrooms and no bathroom at all.
A parlour for special times and a kitchen bright clean,
Where all the living was done and things could be seen
That were not found in the newer homes of today,
But a paradise where us young children could play.
My siblings and cousins, we all managed to fit
Most of the summer there, where grandma would sit
On the porch, rocking and knitting us new clothes.
What fun we’d have climbing in the big apple tree,
Then, before it went dark, take turns to sit on her knee.
She would tell us of tales of long ago and far away,
Then pull out the big bath tub at the end of the day.
And there, with much splashing on the red kitchen floor.,
Each take a bath till the water ran through the door.
Milking the cow, getting the eggs, keep away from the goose,
These were a few of the things done when we were let loose,
When we all went to grandma’s house, part of summer through,
Not even missing once the normal things we always do.
The boys loved sleeping in the barn in the straw in the loft,
And us girls would share a big feather bed so very soft.
Now I’m a grandma and the children gather around
It is so hard to tell stories with the televison’s loud sound,
But one day they may listen to the tales told to me,
As I sat in the summer twilight, on my grandma’s knee.

M. Ann Margetson
© June 19, 2000
2000/Goingto

Last night I lit a candle that flickered and danced around
This was given with love on mothers day and in it I found
Peace and pure contentment, it filled me with joy,
Nothing could, last night, my sweet peace annoy.

Some plants are mine given with love for mothers day,
They will grace our garden in a special kind of way,
For every time I look at them love comes in my heart,
For a mothers love is eternal and we will never part.

I had cards on mothers day all with words so sweet,
They filled me with love and I remembered tiny feet
Scurrying on some mothers day many years ago,
Each wanting to be first their gifts to me show.

I know my children love me, know they really care,
And they know when they need me, I’ll be always there.
For the bond of mothers and child is as sacred as can be,
And will last this whole life through and into eternity.

M. Ann Margetson.
© May 15, 2000
2000/Acandlefor