Not Forgotten

This was the first poem I wrote after looking at my prior years. I had just completed writing my memoir manuscript at age seventy-six, and I could see how clearly God prepared me to hear His word. I could now see the lost years were not lost at all, but I was guided to the arms of Jesus down a crooked road. The year I lost my father I was tearless and angry. I could not accept any words of hope. The first tears ever formed in my eyes were on Guam when informed of my Mother’s death. Although not a child, I deeply felt I was an orphan and abandoned in a world I could not navigate. I had a feeling of being alone with my thinking and trying to live life fighting my anger and what the world was throwing at me. Years later at 44, I met Laurie. We were both called by Him at the same time. Once married, our walk with Him truly began.