Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

In a tall oak tree, on a steep rugged hill
Sit's a small contented bird
She's a singing Whip-Poor-Will.
All though she's small in size
She sings a chanting shrill,
As we listen to her calls
From the echo of the hills.

On a warm summer eve,
It gives me such a thrill,
Listening to the calls from the
Chanting Whip-Poor-Will
Though she is very hard to see,
She is easily to hear
As the chanting of her songs,
Is like music to our ears.
As we listen to the calling,
Of the singing Whip-Poor-Will.

The things I love about you
Aren't going away with age.
You will still calm me down,
Perk me up, get me excited,
and drive me crazy.
It's not how handsome you are,
Or how you look in your clothes
It's seeing your smile when we meet
after a long day apart,
It's the wink you give me from
Across the room.
The special excitement of keeping
It all brand new.
It's not the silver in your hair,
Or the hat or tie you wear,
It's the pat of affection as I pass by
It's the laughter when we share a joke,
It's sneaking around with you having a rendezvous
It's the sweetness in your voice,
It's being there when you're needed
And the loneliness when you're not,
It's sitting beside you watching a baseball game.
It's the snugs and hugs in the middle of the night
The things I love about you
Aren't going away with age.

I believe there's a unique rose garden
Where a sturdy rose bush grows.
Among the twigs and branches
There sits a beautiful rose.
Though the stocks are strong and thorn-less,
The stems are never bare.
Here grows a large enchanting rose,
Her beauty so elegantly rare.
Standing out among the others,
Her uniqueness is heavenly fine.
A rainbow of many colors
Throughout her pedals are entwined.
In God's unique rose garden,
The rose will never wilt away.
The blossoms will bloom again and again,
And the rose will never fade.
In God's unique rose garden
It's a wonderous sight to behold,
To see the birth of eternal growth,
Where the rose will forever grow.

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the words I want to hear.
Love is growing with you and filling in the gaps.
Love is our tomorrows, our future, and our past.
Love binds the ties together and secures them with a knot.
Love is our plans that we outgrew and the ones that we forgot.
Love is what we've had together, all these blessed years.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
she holds her babies tight.
The soft voice of an angel
Keeps singing through the night.
As children crawl upon her lap
And play upon her knee,
She sings the silly, joyful tunes
They love so playfully.
Mama sang the hymns of blessings,
With love and grace so tenderly.
She sang "How Far is Heaven,"
And "Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me."
When young years turn to golden
And memories go back in time,
She clenches now her dolly
And sings rhythm with a rhyme.
When words of songs have been forgotten,
She hugs her dolly tight.
She tries so hard to sing the words
But just can't sing it right.
She now sings la la la la la la la,
As she holds her dolly tight,

I prayed for the Lord to bless me
With someone special for me to love,
A woman to have and cherish,
A faithful treasure from above.
Then soon God sent you to me,
Someone to join my life.
A blessing to have and hold forever,
A friend, mother, and wife.
So God sent to me from heaven
The answer to my prayers
And changed my world forever
Through the abundance of love we share.

Is there a window In heaven Lord?
A window to look out and see
From a window up above Lord
For my loved ones to look down on me

Oh Lord what a wonderful comfort
If I could only know,
Through a window they could see me
To watch me down below.

They would see I really miss them,
I remember them all the time,
They would know how I long to see them,
And they will see I'm doing fine.

They will see I have God's blessings,
He watches over me all through the day,
They will see I'm beginning to smile a little
And laugh along the way.

They will see I talk with pride Lord,
Whenever I speak their names.
And they will see my life without them
Will never be the same.

They will see my thoughts are always  with them,
Their memories are entwined around my heart,
They will see I'm preparing to meet them soon,
Never again to part.

So Lord is there a window in heaven?
For the ones you've taken from me.
A window up in heaven Lord,
A window to look down on me.

Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.

Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.

Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
Into mischief but truly a scout.

Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
A boy is a boy when his dukes are up