Supposing

August 29, 2004

I was thinking today about a very special lady who taught me in my Young Women’s program. Her name
was Vivian Bracko and she died of Cancer several years ago. One of my favorite memories of her is of learning
this poem that we said as a group in church one Sunday. It’s since become one of my favorite memorizations and makes
me feel closer to this special woman who truly touched my life and made me feel important to her when I was a teenager.

“Supposing today was your last day on earth,
the last mile of your journey you’d trod. After
all of your struggles how much are you worth, how
much can you take home to God?

Don’t count as possessions your silver and gold,
for tommorrow you leave them behind. And all that is yours
to have and to hold, are the blessings you’ve given man-kind.

We are only suppossing, but if it were real and you’d invoice
the deeds from your birth. And figure the profits you’ve made in
life’s deal – how much are you really worth?

4 Responses to “Supposing”

  1. DaddyO says:

    You’re off to a great start – look forward to tracking part of your life through your entries. Love, DAD MUIRHEAD

  2. Nathan says:

    I once had to memorize a poem (actually a dozen or so poems) as a punishment for some adolescent immaturity. It had something to do with a boat. Does this mean I didn’t learn anything from it??

  3. Debbie says:

    Daria, you have shared so much with me, I want to share this poem with you….

    GOD’S GIFT TO ME
    There’s only one heart like a mother’s
    And that is the heart of God,
    Forgiving, forgetting and loving
    The child who the wrong has done.

    No eyes like the eyes of mother
    Can see me in all that is best,
    Remembering all of my goodness,
    Forgetting all of the rest.

    No feet like the feet of the mother
    That hasten to be at my side
    To comfort my hour of suffering,
    To share in the joys that betide.

    No hands like the hands of mother
    So gentle to soothe and so kind,
    When God gave to me a mother
    ‘Twas the choicest gift He could find!

    -Author Unknown.

    You are an amazing Mother to the 3.5 children that you have. They are beyond blessed to have you! As am I to have found you as a friend.

  4. courtnee says:

    I remember Vivian bracko, she also taught me in Young womens, I love that poem. it is one of my favorites. I havent heard that people in a long time, thanks for posting it.

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