Donna L. Armstrong
Angels, Butterflies & Dragons has all sorts of
clever and captivating twists, turns and surprises that will leave you
stunned.
In this book the author will leave you spell bound, with her heart felt prose, poetry and short stories.
When she puts her pens in motion she speaks straight from the heart. Whether she's expressing her opinion, being controversal or using her brilliant imagination to capture a moment in time.
Get ready to laugh and cry like never before. Angels, Butterflies & Dragons will bring light into your darkened souls.
This book will leave you wanting more, therefore you will not put it down until the last page has been absorbed.
Donna Armstrong is from Southern Pines, NC, but she currently resides in Charleston, SC.
She has been writing poetry since the fall of 2004. Her
passion is writing prose and poetry, she just recently started writing
short stories.
She is a premier member of Fanstory were she continues to stir the hearts and souls of many readers.
She has received numerous all-time best awards
from Fanstory, and she has been nominated by Poetry.com and Famous
Poets, 4 years in a row for her first poem "Freedom of Prayer.
She is currently working on her volume # 2 of this book series.
A Gracious Woman of God
My Mother a gracious Lady, though courageous and strong
willed, sometimes her spirit falls low because of the heavy burdens she
has carried upon her shoulders, throughout the years.
The lost of her Father, Mother and only Sister and
Brother who both died at an early age with cancer. My Mother supported
them in every way possible, and gracefully she gave of herself without
hesitation or without ever expecting anything in return.
As my Mother looked death in the eyes, time after time, how fate and my Mother fought.
No more! No more ! she cried...
Death will not win this battle, and my grief I shall
toss amongst the cloud of banners. No more broken vessels will I put
together, and no more pain and sorrow will I swallow in this life.
Oh Lord, how humble my Mother has carried the cross,
during her most difficult times. Her trust and faith in you she has
held firm and tight, with all her might.
Her loyalty, strength and love, I adore as her daughter, and I'm proud to call this divine Woman of grace my Mother.
Oh Mother, my gracious Lady. Your soul is rich as
polished silver. Your heart more precious than gold. It makes me smile
to see God's glory shining in you, like amber upon a flame, that brings
light into a darkened soul.
The golden rules of life that you have taught me through out the years, I will always cherish.
Thank you for all the many sacrifices that you make, and for the tedious prayers that you send up to Heaven on my behalf.
Thank you for the many tears that you continue to wipe
from many miles away, and most of all, thank you for loving me beyond
measure Mother.
My gracious Lady, I love you for your dedication as a
Mother, and for the spiritual inheritance that you have given to me and
my Sisters, that's worth more than any financial wealth,
What a precious treasure you are from Heaven and more, my gracious Woman of God.
Mothers Don't Owe You a Thing
I've learned throughout the years that a child should stay in a child's place.
Whenever I hear a child tell their Mother that she owes
them something, it really burnes me with a serious passion. Who do you
think you are?
Guess what, there's nothing worse than a Mother scorned
by the hands of her own child. We must remember that she is the Mother
and you are the child, no matter how old you are, and always remember
that it's just the opposite, you owe Mother something, Mother
doesn't owe you a thing.
Take a moment to reflect, Who gave you life? Who
beared the hard labor pains for hours? Who wiped the tears from
your tired and weeping eyes? Who held your heart in the palm of
their hands, to protect it from being broken?
Who carried the cross that you were to weak to carry? So
understand this my friends a Mothers job is never done, because she's
still pacing the floors at night and interceding on your behalf.
Her love and compassion stretches many miles and climbs
the highest mountains to get to where you are. Like and eagle her
spirit soars to touch your weary heart. Her love and
understanding brings you out of the low valley and to higher and level
ground again.
For all her many sacrifices you owe her. You owe her for
all the times that she went without to make sure you had all the
necessities in life. You owe her for all the times that you were to
ignorant, stupid or just too damn inconsiderate to care.
You owe your Mother nothing but the best love and
devotion that a child could give with the highest respect. Most of all
you owe her just because she's your Mother.
Learn to enjoy, love and care for the beautiful gift
that God has blessed you with, because there's nothing more precious in
this world than your Mother.
I give my Mother her flowers now while she's living so she can smell the wonderful fragrance and enjoy the beauty of them.
I tell her every day how much I love and appreciate her
as my Mother, and I go beyond and above the call of duty as a daughter,
because she has done more than her part.
Wake up and smell the coffee, and handle your business
today, because tomorrow might be to late. God only promised us one day
at a time, and you don't want to wake up in the morning to nothing but
heartache and regrets.
