Thursday, December 27, 2012

Praying for the families of the children who lost their lives so needlessly just before Christmas.
Poem written after the shooting deaths of the children in Connecticut:

After the Storm....
       by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Wiping the tears from a cheek
   We embark upon another week
Knowing not what the days will bring, 
   And still...within my heart I sing
   The Carols of my childhood.

A blessed Babe born to us so long ago
  Who lived and died because He loved us   so,
And we sing Christmas Carols in His memory
  So we will never forget when Love first started
For you and for me....
        in a lowly manger.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


My first Christmas without you my darling Bill. ♥

Young Love, Our Love
    by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Remember when first we met
That just feeling your fingers
Entwined in mine gave us a
Feeling of Heaven sent?

The warmth of your kiss
In the shadow of a tree
As we walked hand in hand
And no one could see.

How lucky I felt that you chose me,
How blessed I felt God gave you to me.
A lasting love so sweet, so fine,
Nothing could part us save an act divine
  The day God took your hand from mine.

I pray someday I will hold your hand again,
In Heaven, if God will let me in.
I miss you so much on this Christmas Day
Ever since God took you away
  To live with Him forever.
I love you Bill.                                12-25-2012

Monday, December 10, 2012

Going back in time in my Poetry

Spring of 1989

       by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

The hummingbird outside 
Rests not in flight to feed.
His little, fairy wings
Just labor through the deed.

One last trip ends at dusk
A last sip for the road
Then off he darts, I know not where
Past the crickets and the toad.

     ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Bobwhite, he calls at daybreak
What a lovely greeting for the day!
He makes me smile to hear the call
As I start along my way.

"Bob-white?" he questions,
As another answers from afar
And I catch a glimpse of little running feet
As a family runs through the yard.
      by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart
          (Written in the 1980's)

There is but one comforting place 
In all of God's earth -
It's in the arms of Jesus
That a man discovers his worth.
It matters not what riches
We may attain in life
For in the end, for all its worth
It is not as important as the widow's mite!

So give to the Lord his due
In time, prayer and treasure
And in return He will give you 
Blessings without measure.
Did He not already give to you
His only precious Son?
He will never be satisfied, nor will you
Until your heart and soul He has won.
        by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Whenever I walked in shadow
Whenever I was sad
God reached down and pulled me up, 
He reminded me that I already have
the very best He had.

I already have Jesus to love and comfort me
Oh how glad I am that God gave His son 
For you and yes, for me.
Written August 4, 1997 remembering the little house on Logan
Street in Auburn, NY....
   by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Among the shadows on the wall,
I see a figure thin and tall
Reflected from a flame so small
   In a little Kerosene heater.

Brother Joe and I would sit
As close as the heat would permit
  burning broom straws
Poked through the decorative holes
And sometimes sing old songs.

The best designs were always dancing
On the ceiling overhead
And precious little heat
Ever reached our cold, cold beds.

But the light from the little stove
Was none the less inviting and warm
And the little Kerosene heater
Got us through many a winter's storm.
       by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

The Lord hears my prayers.
He heals my heart, quiets my mind.
He is here with me always, in my heart, 
In my mind, even in the seat beside me
When I drive.

When I am down, He pulls me up.
When I am sad, He makes me Glad with joy.
He softens life's blows, dulls the pains,
He enriches me spiritually, restores my soul.
God is so good, God is The Great "I AM."

The Lord is the music of my soul
The laughter in my dreams,
The mender of me,
The greatest friend I'll ever have
He accepts me "Just As I Am".

Written 8/04/97
(Reminiscing about living in an Apartment 
  as a teen with my parents.)

   by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

From the window on the third floor
Above the steamy pavement
Where exhaust from many autos
Wafts up and up from far below
A girl stands watching and dreaming
As life passes by...

Across the street is France Atlantic Station
And beyond the High School yard
Where there is a patch of green
The only lawn to be found
And the girl dreams of country fields,
Where the only sounds around are bees....

There's such a longing to be free,
Such a yearning to find the "me"
Within her sad and lonely heart
Where all the dreams began their start.

And she prays to God above
To help her find that one true love
And he answered.....and gave her ♥BILL♥.

Bill carved this plaque for me from a saying we had read.  Each word is cut separately on the scroll saw and then glued on the wooden plaque.  I could not believe how even when ill he could cut such tiny delicate things despite his shaking hands....Made with pure love....

My poetic heart to yours...

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Another Christmas

Christmas 2010
Another Christmas
           ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Another Christmas is rolling around
My first Christmas without you.
All through the house, there is no sound
   Of reminiscing and laughter with you.

Sometimes, I hear you call my name
As if everything would be the same
   As it was before God took you.

I have your memories I own
But without your warm touch
   All are as cold as stone.

I'll keep you deep within my heart
Even though death, did us part
Until I join with you
When my life, too, is through.
At Daughter Christine's house Dec. 21st 2011

Friday, November 23, 2012

Condolences for a Special Aunt

One of my neighbors lost his favorite Aunt and I immediately made a home made card with a cross on it and wrote the following poem....

I will never forget you
         ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Loss of a Special Aunt

I will never forget you and
Your wonderful smile,
The way you really listened 
When we would talk awhile.

You were the dearest Aunt
Anyone ever had
And though right now
I am feeling so bad,
   I rejoice that you are in Heaven.

Thanking you for the memories
Of past good times in reverie
  I will forever keep you here in my heart….

Sunday, November 18, 2012


Thanksgiving 2012 

    by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart ©

The Holidays are coming up
We will miss your wearing the 
  Turkey net
Upon your lovable, white head.
You always made us smile and 
While we were cooking the  
  festive spread.

It's the first Thanksgiving 

  without you
I really kind of dread
   a holiday without you

You added so much with the things you did and said.

I miss you more each day it seems

This is not how we dreamed our dreams
Of growing old together.

I know you are now with our Lord

But still I miss your Graces at every meal
   your every word
That you said to me in the beautiful
  Greeting cards.

I recall the strength and warmth 

   of holding your hand
And I will forever wear our Wedding bands
Until we meet again in Beulah Land...

I look at photos of your happy face

Your smiles follow me every place
In frames around the rooms.

I am thankful for the Love we shared

For fifty two wonderful years.
And though I am shedding "miss you" tears
I know a Guardian Angel now appears
   calming all of my fears.
I love you Bill... ♥

Friday, November 9, 2012


Winter has arrived...
Inspired by the first frost on the shed roof.
November 9, 2012

Winter arrived
   by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Winter arrived, there is frost 
   on the shed roof                      
The thermometer says thirty-six
  That is always the proof
That Winter has arrived.

The squirrels forage in my back yard
     If I throw them some nuts
They bury them in the hard
    cold ground.

I now need a coat to walk the dog
    Sometimes in a cold wet fog

That the Winter sun will take away
   As we walk swiftly along the way
So early in the morning.

In my mind I walk with Bill
Knowing he is gone, but still...
 He walks within my heart.
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The pansies in my flower box on the shed do not mind the cold at all.  They continue to bloom despite the cold and are known for being hearty.  The wind ribbon was made by my Daughter Barbara and I love watching the vibrant colors blow in the breeze from my window.

My inspiration for my poem starts out on a scrap of paper and any handy pen.  And my little companion, Lilly snuggles on my lap in the chill of the morning.

God is good, all is well.

Thank you for coming and do visit again soon and comment please...

My poetic heart to yours...

Sunday, October 14, 2012

The Fireplace

Photo by Barbie Marquart
on a Park trail in West Virginia

     The Fireplace
          By Kerrie O’Hearn Marquart

While walking down a sunny trail
I came upon the ruins of a chimney frail
In a wooded area all decorated for Fall.

And I wondered what the house was like
And who had lived there
Was it tended to by a wife so fair
With ribbons tied in her golden hair?

Or was it a man who loved the lay of the land
And built it with his own two hands
And longed for someone with whom he could
     share it?

Whoever lived here I sense, found quiet and       peace
And riches from God and nature that never    ceased
And one day moved away…

The chimney has a tale to tell
But it won’t share it with me
And so I go along my way
Carrying only the memory with me.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012


        by Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Fall came tiptoeing into my yard
Through fallen leaves that trees discard.
It comes with whispers through the leaves
Ablaze in glory of orange, brown and green.

Fall came tiptoeing as it put a chill in the air
Shriveling the remnants of garden fair
One last pepper clings to the stalk
I noticed it on my morning walk.

Fall came tiptoeing when I awoke to cold, crisp dawn
And placed heavy dew upon the browning lawn
Until the brilliant Autumn sun warmed the ground
And air and also my heart, I found.

I welcome the sounds and smells and sights of fall
The sound of raking leaves, geese flying North
                         above us all.
And though I love the seasons all,
My very favorite will always be Fall!

October 3, 2012

Wednesday, August 22, 2012


HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL! 8/21/12 FROM MY LIPS TO HEAVEN!  Here is a pic of my honey and me from last year on his birthday.  In 6 mos, he was gone but I know I will see him again...

Happy Birthday Honey

Today you would have been seventy three.
I've missed seeing your handsome face,
It has been eight months since the Lord
 ~Took you back from me.

I love all the memories of you 
And daily our life, I review
   ~in my mind.
Thanking God for you
Such a blessing you were
In my sweetest memories pure.

And I will kiss your photo and say 
  Happy Birthday
And I know you will hear me
In your heavenly way.

2   Bill's Birthday 73rd

I am missing you
I always will
I miss your sweet smile and touch
My Darling Bill.

I miss our praying
 before each meal
I miss sharing with you
 The love I feel.

For all of the love
 you gave to me.
But God said, "No" 
 to my appeal
To keep you here on earth
  ~with me.

And though your home
 is in heaven now
I still can feel your love
 here below
As I reminisce about you.

I always see you smiling
 as pain for you is over
Thanking God for 
 relieving your suffering
But I sure wish we could
 live life all over.

For I'd do it all again
Loving you as I did back when
 We fell in Love.
Love at first sight
Love at last
 will forever be my theme
Until I join you up above
  I will have to only dream.
      ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

More poems written in times past...

Adding more poetry as I find them in my many filled notebooks over the years.  I hope you enjoy them...

1/4/1993  Bill, Did I ever mention...
     ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Darling did I ever mention
how much you mean to me
How much I love your chin,
your lips, your eyes reflectiing goodness within?

Did I mention how my heart pounds
When I hear your falling step
How I love to watch you sleeping
Your unruly hair unkempt?

How I love your sun burned hands
The wrinkle in your brow
Every hair upon you head and
Every funny little toe?

Did I mention when you hold me
How safe and wonderful I feel
How of Love the sound of your voice
How I pray for you as I kneel?

Have I told you what the years have meant to me
To have the wonderful closeness that we share
When we walk along still holding hands 
In quiet moments our souls we bare?

Could you ever even imagine
Just how much I love you Bill?
I know I cannot put it into words
So I'll just kiss you and be still.

Granddaughters and Grandsons
     ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Granddaughters were made for loving
Grandmothers were made for hugs
Grandfathers were meant for teasing
Grandsons were made to catch bugs.

Little hands were made to get dirty
Little dolls were made to hold
Little trucks were made to push
Elders were made to scold.

Little feet were made to run
Little smiles were meant to please
Little ones were made to have fun
Grandparents made to age with ease.

Little girls grow up to be mommies
Little Boys grow up to be dads
They all grow up to be grandparents
If they are lucky lasses and lads!

For there is no greater pleasure
Than a granddaughter or grandson
Old age's wonderful reward
For having once loved someone.



Whatever can I give to you
On this our blessed day
Will you accept a loving heart 
And little else I pray?

I've nothing in this world
That is worthy  to bestow
Upon such a love as sweet as you
God has blessed us so.

What can I tell you that you've 
   not heard before?
"I love you", seems inadequate
 for what I am feeling but saying 
  with words so poor.

I'll just give to you my pledge
That I will cherish forever what we have
And all the things that happen today
In years of memories we will save.

I pray for God to Bless this holy union made
I pray that through the coming years
Our love will never fade.
But grow stronger, bigger better until
  There is no room anywhere
To hold all the wonderful feelings
That we have and will always share.


May be used for a Granddaughter's Wedding Day

Granddaughter On her Wedding Day
            ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Whose little feet did I hear
Running down the hall?
Whose little giggles did I hear
When I warned you not to fall?

Whose little braids went bouncing
That first day of kinder school?
Whose little pictures were put on the frig
As you climbed the kitchen stool?

Who came to show us the Prom Dress
The graduation hat?
The first car, the first date
We were not prepared for that!

Who is that walking down the aisle
Granddaughter, can that be you?
Grandpa gave you something old, 
I gave you something blue.

How beautiful you are
How wonderful you've been.
Praise God we were here to see this day
And may we someday hear little feet again...


Daughter's Marriage
    ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

When you were a child we could never imagine
  You walking down the aisle.
It seemed like such a long way off
  It was was hard to think of you all grown up
As you played in the old sand pile.

When you were a teen, it was hard to let go.
We always wanted to cushion your blows
And when we bought your prom gown
We saw how lovely you had grown.

Well that little girl in pigtails
Has grown far from the vine
And now someone else has your heart
But I will always hold you in mine.

And someday may you be blessed
With a precious girl or boy
You will understand all the love 
  And pride we feel
Dear daughter you are such a joy.

As we give you to another
  Who loves you as much as we
Remember home is where the hug is
  And the hugs are from Dad and me.


A Daughter's Wedding Day
   © Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Do you remember when you climbed upon your Daddy's knee?
And told him all the worldly things, you wanted on Christmas eve?
Remember sitting by the fire and singing country songs?
And whenever you had a problem, Daddy could right all wrongs?

Remember your first school dance And all the pictures that we snapped?
And that tap dance recital, How we clapped and clapped?
Remember when you came home with the boy who had long hair?
And Dad and I were speechless, trying not to stare.

It was all a part of growing up and we were growing, too.
We watched a little girl become the real grown up you.
And in case we haven't told you, we sure are proud of what you've become
And you know you can still climb on Daddy's lap whenever you visit home.

©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Today I saw a little girl all grown up and dressed in white.
And as she walked down the aisle, tears I had to fight.
I'm remembering that little head in a small, toy cluttered bed.
How we would kiss you and ask God to Bless
We still do that, we confess.

All the years you were growing up went by so quickly it would seem.
We enjoyed every minute though, sharing all of your hopes and dreams.
All the fishing trips, the sled rides, the camping fires
Ponytails, prom dresses, remember learning how to drive?

Today I also see a young woman, I am so proud to be her Mom
Reluctantly, I must let go, just as do all other Moms.
And I pray that God will bless you and you will remember your old home
Where the hug is always waiting and the coffee's on the stove.


                        Daughter Barbara and Granddaughter Jessica

To Christine on her Wedding Day  Written in 1/5/1993 

    ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

You looked so pretty in pink, Our little bundle from above 
We brought you home from the hospital and gave you all our love.
You looked so pretty in plaid as you marched off to school
And I missed your laughter in the house
While you were learning the golden rule.

You looked so pretty in white on Your First Communion Day
Little hands lifted in prayer, Celebrating the Lord's supper that way.
You looked so good in Red as you danced across the stage
In the book of growing up, you turned another page.

You looked so pretty in white on your graduation day
All those children all grown up tossing hats and going their way.
You looked so great in blue, that distinguished Air Force Blue.
No more our little girl, was that really you?

You looked so beautiful in white as you walked down the aisle
And since we brought you home in pink seems only a little while.
What happened dear sweet daughter, it all went by so fast!
But isn't that just like a Mom, wanting your childhood to last?

Goodbye my darling daughter, take good care of her, young man.
And you will look so pretty in any color, when you come home to chat again.


Happy Birthday Harold
   ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Happy birthday Harold, it has been a long, long time.  
Since you used to come and see the kids
To tell us stories and make us laugh
And sometimes make us cry.
We miss you very much and like all adult children, 
Perhaps did not realize your worth until it was suddenly gone.

You are remembered in a special way, your face is always smiling
And your eyes are always bright.
Your hands are locked together while leaning on your knees
You are laughing and joking, all sadness is gone away.

Our children loved you dearly and I am sure they will remember and tell
About you to their children, life goes on and on.
Sometimes, fathers make mistakes but by the time they become a grandpa
They are naturally adapted to the role, and seem always to be special.

So let all grandparents be happy as they love the little ones
As Christ said, "Suffer the little children" and to him they all did come...

       ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart


You are my sunshine, you are my rock
  You are the fast beat of my heart.
You're my father sometimes and 
  Sometimes you are my brother
You are my best friend and 
  You are my lover.

You are everything to me
  All my family and friends 
That could ever be.
  And I love you more with each passing day 
Much more than any words can say.

How do I tell you how much I love you?
When you fold me up next to your big heart
In your great strong arms and hug
You make me feel so safe, so loved.

People say, "I Love You," in many different ways.
In greeting cards, with expensive gifts and flowers.
It has all been done and said before 
But the wonderful feelings I have for you
Even after 32 years, just cannot be ignored.

CHRISTMAS 1994  ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Joy to the world, a savior is born
Angels sing and sound the horn!
Cry out your praise, to heaven raise
An Hallelujah, to thank our Lord!

Thank you for this holy night
For Baby Jesus, light so bright.
Mary, Joseph, shepherds round
Wise men, beasts and bright star found.

Thank you for the blessed boy
The light of the world our hope, our joy!
No words can ever in eternity express
The gratitude for Him, our Holy Father's gift.

Thank you for coming to my site and reading my poetry.  There will be many more to come.
              In God's love, I enjoy the gift...of writing.