One Drop of Oil...

Paula A. Tomey-Allen

One drop of oil,

Upon my head,

With Priesthood blessings,

While tears I shed.

Strength that comes,

From Words from Thee,

Through anothers voice,

I listen and plea.

For a better time,

Or a better plan,

One drop of oil,

To help me stand.

Thou Abounding Love,

Comforting my soul,

While warming my heart,

And filling my bowl.

One drop of Blood,

How it touches my life,

And will help me to,

Live though the strife.

So fill my lamp,

Full to the top,

And I will prepare,

For Your next stop.

One drop of oil,

Upon my head,

A daughter of God,

And now I am fed.

Sweet Honesty for Mom on Valentine's Day...

        Thelma Laverne Hall Tomey

         20 Jan 1923 - 25 Mar 1988

The rain drops on flowers,

The smell of spring dew,

Dear Mother they all,

Remind me of you.

I remember your cool hand,

Against my warm brow,

The touch of your love,

Stays with me now.

For now I am older,

And life has moved on,

And you are no longer,

Here, at the dawn.

But I feel your presence,

As I go through each day,

Repeating your steps,

And going your way.

The scent of your hair,

The smell of cologne,

Reminding me always,

That I’m not alone.

Happy Valentine's Day Mom!

I love you and I miss you so much!

Paula

Mom's favorite Avon perfume...

One of her favorite singers...

Women of Promise...

Paula A. Tomey-Allen

dedicated to my daughters 
Annette Marie and Calla Renee

As we watch you grow,
from babe to mature women;
We want so to protect you from,
all the negatives of men.

Coats keep out the cold,
umbrellas block the rain;
Kind words ease the hurt,
but won't keep out the pain.

Hold your head up high,
don't cause yourself to blame;
Never feel alone,
sing praises to His name.

Let Him ease your heart,
and take away the sorrow;
Gentle hands upon your brow,
to assure a better tomorrow.
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Graduation Day...

Paula A. Tomey-Allen


Today’s the day you’ve dreamed of
for thirteen plus years,
The memories they seem to cloud
your mind with tears.


You’ve worked hard to arrive
at this time of completion,
Lockers filled with books
or an incomplete composition.


Old friends you no longer
will pass in the hall,
For, they too, will move on,
as will one and all.


Your life is now filled
with a future plan,
Which college to attend
your mind to expand.


The advice the staff gave you
for your life’s success,
Now winds through your mind
like ribbon in a nest.


But, through all of this,
just remember one thing,
Make sure others who follow
hear your name in succinct.