When I am sad or in pain I call His name.
When I am lost and cannot find my way
I call His name.
When I am thankful and filled with joy,
I call His name.
Nothing would ever be the same if I couldn't call His name.
The Red Bird
A red bird comes to visit me,
He moves from tree to tree.
He looks for food on the
ground,
I like it when he comes around.
The Clouds
The clouds look soft as they float by,
They are very far up in the
sky.
The sun comes out and chases
them away,
Buy they will be back another day.
Georgetta (Georgette) Hanna Johnson, my mother, wrote simple, serene poetry and short stories.
She loved painting beautiful acrylic, folk art landscapes on construction paper. Her favorite color was purple and she enjoyed various types of crafting.
She loved watching T. D. Jakes and Jimmy Swaggart and reading her Bible everyday. She was raised in the Church of God under Bishop Lula Mae Swanson. In her later years, Georgette grew closer to God.
She went peacefully to be with her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, in January, 2021