Betty Jo Hilger
Biography of Betty Jo Hilger
Betty Jo Hilger is the mother of two special boys, one by birth, and the other through adoption. Both her children have serious mental health needs resulting in many difficulties parenting, educating, and learning to love...
Her youngest son joined her family just before he turned four years old and is a treasure. He suffers from Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, Bipolar disorder, Pervasive Developmental Disorder (nos) , and has an IQ of 53. Her oldest son has been a delight since the day he was born. He was officially diagnosed with Schizophrenia, paranoid type, at age 16, was hospitalized shortly thereafter, and has since attained a relatively stable state. This hospitalization was the impetus which propelled her to publish her writing for the first time.
Betty Jo has written poetry, off and on, since age eleven. Over the years, most of her writing has focused on children, parenting, and faith. Her faith in Jesus christ has been the rock on which she has found the ability to meet the challenges ofday to day live and deal with the special issues parenting mentally ill children requires. As her oldest son was hospitalized in Spring of 2004, she found her pen once more, after many years of sparodic writing. It is her hope and prayer that anyone reading her work is able to find peace and hope, that no matter how dark things may seem, they will rest assured that there is a reason to go on, and there is purpose and meaning in love.
Betty Jo Hilger's Works:
LIVING IN CHAOS SURVIVAL: A Parenting Journey
2004 Lulu.com ISBN: 1-4116-1033-4
Betty Jo Hilger Poems
There was a sound upon the wind A joyous melody Which sang a tune of gratitude Spiced with a hint of glee
Have you ever watched a rabbit when it knows it has been seen… When the danger bells are sounding with alarm… When he stops within that instant, and he hopes to disappear Freezing, in that moment, locked within his fear
Certain themes of conversation are anathema They never should be broached Though opinions may be accurate the consequence is death
My face was wet with tears, which fallen from my soul Had drifted, deeply from the place my heart had hidden all my pain My shattered mind, distressed, seemed to have failed the test Of placid peace and harmony I had appointed my refrain
Cascades Of Wonder…
Silken droplets fell onto the burnished leaf And rolled their way down to the blades below Caressing whispered breath, angelic in its form Conveying peace and welcome from the storm
I travel looking back on favorite memories, And often see your eyes there looking back at me. It wasn’t long ago when you were small enough To lay upon my chest to drift and dream.
Castle In The Sky…
I had a picture in my mind Wisely crafted I took my time Purposely painting stunning hues
Eye Of The Storm…
She sits within the center of the room Chaotic screams surround her very breath Proceedings from the fractured day lay strewn Beneath her feet and burdened on her chest
Where Has He Gone?
The serious child, alert, intent, who watched the world youthful eyes… Innocent yet wise as stone, the kernel of his love so strong…
In the night, in the dark In the undiscovered depths When the winds are howling through the sky…
My Heartbeat Is You…
My heartbeat is you when I rest in the shade It’s ever so true that you’re wonderfully made Each tiny expression that crosses your face Reflects your decision to refill the space
When consciousness flies freely Throughout all time and space Passing over dreams with just a glance And sanity is drifting
A Dream Fulfilled…
There was a moment, long ago, when this life that I am living was nothing more than a fantasy… a time when all I did was dream
He lies within the deepest shadowed places we hide our inner faces from the world existing there without the smallest shred of doubt holding forth the wherewithal to hope
Boiling from the passageway where earth has met the sky
The heavens roll with anger held at bay
Intense emotion rising up to form the frothing spume
To form the head of terror come to life
Thunder, rolling ‘cross the blue, to banish all my hope
Storming squalls invading quiet days
Dispelling joy, dispersing peace, delivering alarm
The dragon of the night has conquered hope
And undulating athwart, to cover light from view