“I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that lived first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, lives in you.” 2 Timothy 1:5
maybe it was in the warm kitchen,
where gran scattered flour
on the scarred tabletop, to roll out
the dough which would soon become
stars, trees, candy canes, that you
heard that carol for the first time.
maybe it was in the pew
as your mom traced her finger
under the words in the hymnal,
and you discovered how letters
and strange shaped notes on lines
came together to touch your heart.
maybe it is those echoes,
those smells, the lingering memories
of quiet love that shaped your life
in ways you can barely explain,
but come together as you sing
those same old songs
in the winter of your life—
and God smiles.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
where gran scattered flour
on the scarred tabletop, to roll out
the dough which would soon become
stars, trees, candy canes, that you
heard that carol for the first time.
maybe it was in the pew
as your mom traced her finger
under the words in the hymnal,
and you discovered how letters
and strange shaped notes on lines
came together to touch your heart.
maybe it is those echoes,
those smells, the lingering memories
of quiet love that shaped your life
in ways you can barely explain,
but come together as you sing
those same old songs
in the winter of your life—
and God smiles.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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