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Rose Ann Jenneman

Email: ajmom1115@charter.net




walk away


"Dear Lord" I silently pray,
help me get through the night.
Comfort me till break of day,
please let him be all right.


What have I done wrong? she fears,
that makes him want to roam.
Pillows damp with salty tears,
why doesn't he come home.

Wife and children should be first,
before the bars and booze.
Heavy heart about to burst,
in second place we loose.

Once was love, now turned to hate,
waiting for his return.
Rambling thoughts of why he's late,
fuels flames enough to burn.

Scorched souls can not be healed,
by soothing touch or song.
Lavish gifts that you did yield,
will not excuse the wrong.

Family unit, broken ties,
all for a bit of fun.
Reasons given, all but lies,
shameful acts he has done.

Morning sun has shed new light,
of what the future brings.
Life style changes not in sight,
a lonely church bell rings.

Strength in prayer is all we need,
my children gather round.

A new pathway God will lead,
and keep us safe and sound.
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M‰œz’™M‰œz’™

Rose Ann Jenneman




yellow rose

I am but a yellow rose bush, amidst a field of hay.
Hidden within the color of dandy lions and rocket.
My roots are dry and the soil around them hard.
Moisture taken by others, God had meant for me.
The seasons have changed, snow is my blanket.
But I am so cold, brittle arms reaching the sky.
I welcome spring, the warmth of the sun.
Leaves and blossoms start to bud and open.
But I will not be seen for the beauty I hold.
Oh how splendid it would be to not be alone.
Bright red in color, strong arms yet, soft petals.
Sharing the morning dew, softening the earth.
Rising above all others, our beauty radiant.
Thorns that are meant to keep harm at bay.
Keep us together entwined with out pain.
Dear God, plant a red rose bush by me.

Rose Ann Jenneman
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God in a cloud

When I was just a little girl,
stretched out amidst a field of hay.
My eyes wide open to the sky,
on a warm summer day in May.

What strange things I began to see,
the clouds above me changing shape.
Sculpting to look like animals.
yet I see a man in a cape.

Is that What God looks like I thought.
with the sun shimmering behind,
Arms slowly moving, stretching out,
is it the cloud or in my mind.

It doesn't really matter though,
because I said a little prayer.
I know God's watching over me,
in cloud like form, or in the air.

Rose Jenneman
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Seasons pass


Seasons come and seasons go,
but why I do not know.
And so it seems for you and I ,
is like the melting of the snow.

The seasons will again return ,
if nature has her way.
But I can only live and learn,
and wait for you each day.

My waiting may be all in vain,
for you may never show.
But God will always ease the pain,
and set my heart a glow.
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