Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Happy 21st Birthday Victoria




I did not yet, when First Gaze met
Thy crinkled brow and downy head
As Greeting’s tender tears were shed
I did not yet quite comprehend

How joy that starts as Little Girls
While Time its silver baton twirls
Leaves in the wake of frocks and curls
So swift, love's sweetest gift; a Friend

love, Mom
aka
© Janet Martin

Happy 21st Birthday, Victoria!
Your gentle and kind disposition is such a sweet blessing!
You make our home a happier, 'fuller' place! 😅

God bless and guide you in the year ahead💝💖🙏
You are a girl of many interests, hobbies and talents/gifts!
Keep trying new things and give the glory to the Giver
of every good and perfect gift!



Besides being an awesome Auntie, sister and daughter,
a student and Hardware Store employee you are

An Artist...




Avid reader, writer, journal-er, historian,
cinema and music lover
and vintage cool-things/dishes collector









Needle-worker/embroiderer 


Green thumb-er-ish...


Baker...


Num.6:24-26

May the LORD bless you

and keep you;

25may the LORD cause His face to shine upon you

and be gracious to you;

26may the LORD lift up His countenance toward you

and give you peace.’



Monday, June 8, 2020

I Love You, (A Birthday Poem)


Happy Birthday Emily!
Wishing you God's blessing today and in the year ahead.
Keep shining for Him!
May He bless you as you bless others!
It's a joy to share mother-to-daughter...
  but also mother-to-mother💗
 I love you!

How does one find new ways to say
Endearment’s oldest sweetest phrase
Or capture in poetic lay
Emotion’s oceanic waves
The affection we try to tout
In lines, original and new
Always seem incomplete without
Three little words, so tried, so true
I love you

How does one spell a heart; the art
Of tenderness is hard to snare
It sparkles in salt stars that smart
And catch in our throats somewhere
Where all the verses we compose
Will never leave us quite content
Without this three syllable rose
To satisfy soul’s sentiment  
I love you

Our first words breathed on newborn’s cheek
As we greet babe so pure and new
Our homage to the frail and weak
When no other wording will do
Three words to summarize the whole
When a thousand are not enough
Three words to capture heart and soul
But perfect, when it comes to love
I love you

How swift the days and seasons blur
Into a panoramic sweep
Autumn, winter, spring and summer
With oh, so little we can keep
Save pictures pressed into a place
Where rough edges are gilt with gold
And all that there is left to trace
Are three words that never grow old
I love you

© Janet Martin

Traditional Birthday verses but that's because 
we never outgrow the need for this reminder...

Prov.3:5-8

 Trust in the LORD with all your heart,
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge Him,
and He will make your paths straight.
Be not wise in your own eyes;
fear the LORD and turn away from evil.
This will bring healing to your body
and refreshment to your bones.

Monday, March 9, 2020

Until The Ink Runs Dry...


 Happy 19th Birthday, Victoria!
...leaving for work...
...with fresh-baked treats for her co-workers!


Trying To Find Words…
(for that which there seem no words for)

It’s hard to find the perfect lines
To ‘Daughter, let me count the ways’
A poem never quite defines
In full, what a mother’s heart says

Love is a lovely thing indeed
But often veils the breathless art
Of tides that tumble and recede
Across the shorelines of the heart

The ebb and flow of dawn to dusk
Steals mother’s little girls away
Her empty arms are full of love
Her heart with words she cannot say

Of tender hope and happiness
For you, so lovely, sweet and kind
Of humble pride and thankfulness
So intricately intertwined

So, though words falter on her tongue
It does not keep her prayers at bay
To love the Lord while you are young
To seek His wisdom and His way

To trust in Him with all Your heart
To learn how to follow His lead
Where faith is the most vital part
If we wish to truly succeed

It’s hard to tame love into lines
Or name unnumbered reasons why
But I will try unnumbered times
Until the ink of life runs dry

Happy 19th Birthday, Victoria,
Love Mom

Hard to believe our 'baby of the family' is 19!!

Because of a late work-shift today we did the birthday dinner on Saturday.
What flavour of cake?



but alas! I forgot about candles. 
This did not please Grand-sonny at all!
A birthday cake without candles simply could not be 
so we rooted through drawers until we found 19 assorted tea-lights and votives.
(not pretty but THAT was beside the point😁)
 ...and now, the truth about why the candles were so important😀
 We are not sure who blew out most of them.😘
(sure wish this shot hadn't blurred!)

On Sunday we visited Melissa so she could share in the celebration too!


Victoria, we all love you!
Keep shining!


Friday, November 1, 2019

Once Upon a Mother's Love...

It's November. Writer's Digest's Poem-a-day prompt begins again!

With a change in pronouns this could be  'dad' or 'parents' poem as well
but because my dear mother turns 77 today, I wrote it for her.
The older she and I get, the more I cherish the person she is
and the more I realize how much I took for granted!)

(my mother, being of a meek and modest nature
might not object to one small pic of her peeking from behind some blooms)

Happy 77th, mom!



Oh, once upon a younger love
Before Time turned the page
That stirs revised collections of
A fond and foreign age
There, from a well of priceless ink
No child can comprehend
The poetry of childhood’s wink
Was unconsciously penned

Oh, once upon our mother’s prime
We spent her best of days
Oblivious to Father Time
And his insistent ways
We out-grew shoes and buttered bread
And learned to do our share
Blind to the sacrificial thread
That wove her loving care

Oh, once upon a simpler day
(We didn’t see it then)
While balancing work, play and pray
We became women, men
And looking back thanks often falls
Beyond the reach of word
Where once upon much greener halls
Childhood’s swift seasons blurred

…as once upon a mother’s love
Her fledglings learned to fly
Up, up, love's brave and tender shove
Propelled us to the sky
While we, intent upon the stars
Did not fathom her part
Until we bore love’s battle-scars
And wore a mother’s heart

© Janet Martin



Yesterday morning was our annual mom's birthday tea with my sisters and sister-in-laws;
ten of us in total and always a special time of food and fellowship
as we reconnect after a busy summer and plan for Christmas etc.
My contribution to the food was 
Oatmeal Raisin Pie

Mix and pour in unbaked 9" crust...
(handful of raisins sprinkled on crust optional)

1/4 cup melted butter
1/2 cup sugar
 3 eggs, beaten
1 cup oatmeal
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (and/or nutmeg)
1/4 teaspoon cloves
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup corn syrup

Bake approx. 45 min at 350F