'Show And Tell' Poem by Linda Winchell

Little feet running ….off to school to catch the bus
It’s, ” Show and Tell” and each has their story
Little children… with their treasures
All… making such a fuss.

Then one by one the children are called
To talk about what they’ve brought to show.
Stumbling over the right words they’ve rehearsed
All forgotten…where did all words now go?

Frightened beyond measure
As they hold their treasures in their hands
A book, a train, a buckle, a doll
That one gotten from, ” Aunt Nan.”

Then up was called, little “Jimmy”
He had an old tattered Bible pressed to his side.
As he started to open it
He had a look… as if he was going to cry.

“This was my “Grandpa Tom’s” Bible
He left it for me when he died.
He wrote all kinds of things in the front of it”
Then Jimmy shared Grandpas’ words… with pride.

“I fought in the Civil war back in 1861
Lost a lot of dear friends back then
Lost almost everyone.”

“My son’s birth was in 1902
But he died just…shortly after.
So many tears replaced our joy back then
Took our hearts warmth and all its laughter.”

“But God was always with us
No matter what the circumstance.
He filled our hearts one day again
Filling it with laughter, joy and dance.”

“I now am a Great, Great Grandpa
And remember my days of schools’, Show and Tell”
Now I wish this story of my life be told one day
In hopes that all will understand it well.”

“Never forget God loves you
He is standing always… there right by your side.
He lives within the heart of man
And in my, ”show and tell” now resides.”
(Gal.6)
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009