Friday, May 9, 2008

Auntie Flow

I have a little Auntie...I don't see her every day,

But when she comes to visit...seems she always overstays.


She makes me very nauseous in a worried sort of way,

So all I do is eat, eat, eat until she goes her way.


She really isn't hateful...she just is such a fuss,

And has promised not to visit...if we add one child plus.

(no, mom that won't happen)


I really should embrace her...She's know me for so long,

And even as a young sweet girl...she's taught me this old song.


As Christ suffered on the Cross...pain and death for me.

New life He offers those who trust...in His saving way.

So each month, a reminder sent...from heaven to my home,

Christ's sacrifice in me is played...death flows out,

And the promise of life begins. The pain, a shadow of His cross.


You may not like this Auntie Flow...truth is you have no choice,

She comes and goes by Divine rule...our lot in this man's life.

But someday soon, she'll go away...no more to darken my door,

And a party than, yes I will throw...and go my merry way!

4 comments:

Momstheword said...

I like your poem! I don't know how you can write poems so easily.

QOTW said...

When she goes, it's sort of a bittersweet thing.

Monday through Sunday said...

too fun!

Robin said...

You are talented :)