Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)
I'm a bighearted woman.
I don't always have my makeup on.
I'm not dressed in designer clothes.
There are some days' I barely have time to comb my hair.
I'm seated in my leather chair.
Writing with a flair,
There are things that can get me started.
I can be ignited.
Lite my fuse and see.
I can be nice and charming.
When you get on my bad side, I can become alarming.
Not that I would do any harm.
I love December.
I can go on a shopping spree like no other.
Buying nice gifts for all my sisters' and brothers'.
I can be just like my mother.
When I'm embarrassed!
Getting too busy, and leaving the burner on.
I never said.
I was perfect.
I cannot always see the thread.
Going through the eye of a needle,
But, I can always make you feel equal.
I have a heart for the people.
Because, I'm a bighearted woman,
I don't have to share my faithfulness at the cathedral.
I can share it with you right here in the comfort of my home.
Let our minds' roam.
To Heavenly places.
Seeing Heavenly faces.
Feeling Heavenly graces,
While we drink our hot coffee,
Eating our homemade chocolate rich toffee,
Then, we can stop and pray for the hurting people.
Realizing how blessed we are.
For all of God's people,
Looking towards the cross on the steeple,
We are women that share.
The same concerns of the world,
Afraid of a new world order,
Worried about disorder,
Children placed in foster care by court orders.
By life's circumstances,
Afraid of second chances,
Afraid of what happens.
From life's despair,
We try to repair.
One life at a time,
We are the bighearted women of the world.
Living through faith,
In clear consciousness,
In confidence we stand.
Everything is in God's hands.
Through the eyes' of faith we see a better tomorrow.
With no more sorrow.
We are the bighearted women.
Patricia Kelley's Other Poems
- All eyes are on Us
- Alzheimer's Patient
- Alzheimer's The Slow Death
- America there's a curse against our Chil...
- America's Brave Forgotten Four
- America's First Slaves
- America's Light is Going Out
- Beware of the Vicious Woman
- Bighearted Women
- Broken Spirit
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