Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas
A clever, soulful book of poetry that spans life's poignant moments. Rich with thought provoking insights into, Love, Loss, Friendship and Grief, leaving the reader inspired
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I’m packing things for Heaven,
For surely they’ll have room
A must to bring my clothes along
And even my perfume.
I’m packing things for Heaven
Eternity will call
I’ve got to bring my jewels for which
My royalty does fall
I’m certain there is furniture,
For where do angels sit?
Love seats must be used up there,
In fact, I’m sure of it.
I hope I can find room for all
My gourmet cooking tools
And gosh, I’ve all these bathing suits
I hope that God likes pools.
I’m packing things for Heaven,
And when I take my trip
I won’t be coming back this way
By train or car or ship
One thing that I’m sure of
Immortality or not
Mostly I’ll be missing you
The one thing I forgot.
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas has loved poetry from the time
she was a young girl. Her love of writing followed her in school,
where she was an English and Art major at Santa Clara University.
Her passion for art and writing has been a source of joy for her
throughout her life. Recently she put together a collection of verse,
in a unique way, as each poem tells a little story and is interesting
and delightful to read. Each poem, a small vignette or message all
its own. Some have a quirky or humorous twist, to capture one’s
interest. Whether to be light hearted or poignant, each giving
a refreshing delivery, of everyday life, with its struggles and
unpredictability.
Carol Lynn has lived in Northern California, with her family,
all of her life. She has five children and loves to cook, paint and write.
Carol Lynn and her mother owned a business together at one time,
designing clothing, which served as a creative outlet for several
years. Most recently, her passion for writing has surfaced and
this collection of poetry evolved. She continues to write about
everyday occurrences in an engaging way.
Her writing is heartfelt and down to earth. She has drawn on
the ups and downs of life from her own experiences, which she
continues to write about and is currently working on her second
book titled, Conversations at Midnight.
Lonely shoes
I’ll bow with my condolences
Obligatory grace
And when events
Have reached an end
The church an empty place
You’ll never know a tear was cried
For no one there will tell
The tears that filled a thousand cracks
Where holy spirits dwell
And rolled along the wooden planks
That lay beneath the pews
Where mourners come to say goodbye
And leave in lonely shoes.
