Friday, May 18, 2018

On Conception

She remembered the night,
Concieved, I was ...

This most memorable occasion.

At my dad's sister's,
in St George, Utah.

I, the only child, 
born, in the summer,
in the afternoon.

What brings one to travel 
to St George,
in the winter?

To see Dads Father,
on his winter flight, 
to Utah's Dixie?

Grandpa didn't like the cold

One son, she had, already,

Momma never had trouble,
making babies.

What then followed,
was the difficulty.

Her Momma had 10 children, 
in 14 years.

Momma offered her life,
everytime she delivered a child.

Her blood pressure was high.
The doctor feared to lose her.

Her last child, Dana Allen,
was lost in utero.

I  often think of Momma.

Her greatest fear, 
too many children.

Mine,
Never to father one.

Prepared, to have another child,
she was not .

She mourned his loss,
the remainder of her days.

I have fathered children,
a gift from one,
who luv's us.

It is said part of the baby,
remains with the momma,
after the birth.

I wonder how much of Momma ... 
remains with me?

--
Steven Bassett



--
Steven Bassett

Thursday, May 17, 2018

The danger, was there.

Slow down He said.
There is danger ahead,
slow down.

No danger was there
I saw it not.

Thus, I slowed down.

I have learned to heed his council.
That is why I preside now,
over his mission,
and 240 of his children.

That nothing happened.
Did I hear Him wrong?

This I did not!
I know his voice,
as a child knows his father.

Then on I go,
to preside again.

Because I headed his voice,
nothing, was there.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

On this Mother's Day


To this, to then.
This Mother's Day,

To then, to this,
Go forth, and now

To Joy go forth,
to share it now.

To rise, to fall
then onward go.

To luv, my Mom,
and then my wife.

To bring the joy,
then, now we share.

Then on, to forth,
to our daughter now.