Nita S. Balma Poems

The Magic Music Box

That music box on Grandpa's wall
Was magic to my eyes
I loved to hold and try to play
that guitar, twice my size... more »

My Hope

I often take the long way 'round
When I am traveling into town
Then I can pass the old homeplace
Tho' little tears run down my face,... more »

Here I Am Mom

As a young girl, I struggled thru this night of fright
I pled,begged and cried to the doctors in white
Then finally the most precious cry on this earth
My firstborn's arrival, proclaiming his birth.... more »

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