family and home – Debbie McKisick Haupt

My Little Boys’ Pockets

My two oldest boys, James and Michael, were about four and five years old when I wrote this. I was inspired with these words at the exact moment I was filling up the washer and checking their pockets! Now I look back at these memories with such longing. They grow up so fast. Those littleContinue reading “My Little Boys’ Pockets”

Can You See Me?

I wrote this poem long ago, in my twenties. It’s about my dad. I lost my biological father when I was 5 years old. He was killed at the age of 26 in a car accident. I don’t really remember much about him. But I have always missed him and have felt a special connectionContinue reading “Can You See Me?”

Little Johnny

In the face of my little baby boy I see the wonderful joy Of just being alive. I thank God I have him To give me that view, For it is so easy for me To lose sight of what’s true The joy of the simple The joy of the new The joy that isContinue reading “Little Johnny”