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This was a very early poem of mine, written for my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary about June, 1983 when I was still in high school.  The poem written for their 50th is also on this site titled: With This Ring, I Thee Wed.


Remember when the kids were all small

The money was tight and the bills were not small?

Mother always made our home happy and bright

Father came home from work every night.

They gave smiles and hugs and a warm kiss goodnight.


Remember when the kids were in their teens

Listnin’ to rock ’n’ roll and wearin’ blue jeans?

Mother was guidance for right and for wrong

Father was there to help them along.

Through good times and bad times they helped them feel strong.


Remember when the kids all moved out

Got married, had children and moved all about?

Well, Mother’s still there with guidance and care

And Father shows love he is very proud of.

This marriage will last at least 30 more years

And the love for their children will always bring tears.


~Pamela K. Pfertsh

© January 15, 2016




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I wrote this for my beautiful sister, Linda, who has gone through an awful lot in the last few years. Thank the Lord for his blessings and such amazing family and friends!

At home in Loveland, Colorado
The pain would not subside
Removal of my gall bladder
Is what doctors finally decide.

In January one year later
The pain comes back again
The doctors finding nothing
In the few times that I’d been.

So, God and I start talking
Getting closer every day
As the pain it goes from nagging
To simply ruining my days.

He suggests we move our home
From Colorado out to PA
Where most of my great family
Grew up and planned to stay.

Having discussed of this idea
Several times before
Mike and I, we felt that God
Was pushing us to take upon this chore.

In June, the doctor had suggested
A CT scan of my side
To see if they could find out
What was causing these pains inside.

I don’t know why I didn’t do it
My insurance would cover it all
But something just told me not to
And to believe in our Lord’s call.

God wanting us to move NOW
His urgency He instilled
Selling much of what we owned
By July, our truck was filled.

We got settled in Pennsylvania
And not six weeks down the road
Flood waters came a rushing
Filling our prior home.

God’s hands, they had been pushing
They saved us from that fate
From losing all we had
From it being just too late.

However, the pain it was still digging
Down deep in my right side
And we no longer had insurance
So I often just sat and cried.

My Lord He saw my suffering
And reached out His hands once more
Helping to find me a great job
With all I was looking for.

I found a doctor for an ultrasound
In November of ‘13
And from that was requested a CT scan
Since the answers were unseen.

Still, they had found nothing
That might be causing me this pain
But instead upon my kidney
Was a cyst that I had gained.

They set up another CT scan
For six months down the road
So in June of 2014
Not a cyst, but a mass was known.

Waiting to see if it would
Continue growing or just subside
They scanned again in December
Noting the mass had doubled in size.

Said it was time to see a surgeon
Though not until April would there be
A surgeon that was available
To take a look at me.

In February the pain was getting
So bad I could not think
So I called upon the surgeon
But my records were not in sync.

They could not seem to get sent
From the Urologist out to them
But God’s hands again were present
For that doctor soon called in.

He said to them, “She cannot
Wait that long to be seen
For the mass it just keeps growing
Abrupt removal the only means.”

We found a different surgeon
And closer to us than the first
To discuss a sooner surgery
Before the mass could cause the worst.

This surgeon happened to specialize
In laparoscopic surgeries
And had a connection to Colorado
Putting our hearts at ease.

God’s hands, they have been busy
In my life in every way
But now I needed Him more than
Words themselves could ever portray.

The surgeon took my left kidney
For which I gave consent
Since the likelihood of cancer
Was 95 percent.

On Monday, March the 16th
This surgeon made me cancer free
For I had once had it
But now it did not have me!

Had the mass grown any larger
It would have entered into my blood
Or grown outside the kidney
God only knowing how far it could.

In receipt of cards and visits
From my friends and family
I will be forever grateful
For all they did for me.

My church friends and my family
Provided much that I would need
Since I was anointed and prayed over
For this flawless surgery.

I am amazed at my co-workers
For they touched my heart, you see
They raised some extra money
By starting a go-fund-me.

My leave would only cover
Sixty percent of normal pay
So their thoughtful contributions
Just made everything ok.

I don’t know where I’d be without them
These gifts from the Lord to me
They have blessed us from the beginning
These friends and family.

God’s hands just keep on helping
And for this I am so glad
But often I sit and wonder
If it was just The Father or with my dad.

~ Pamela K. Pfertsh
© 11/04/2015

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My Guardian

I’m home from work it’s six a.m.
To sleep a while then up again.
I laid the babe up in his crib
His eighteen months have been a gift.
The nap he takes is all I get
Some days four hours, but others less.
I dream of fields of flowers bloomed,
But soon I’m here, back in my room.
My grandma’s here; she calls my name
I scream out “What?” Am I insane?
There’s no one there, no noise I hear
So back to sleep no need to fear.
I hear again this, “Pamela K!
Get up right now! You musn’t wait!”
I look around, there’s no one there,
But smoke it pours from yonder there.
I quickly run to my kitchen door
And there my babe sits on the floor.
A poisoned bottle in his hand
To take a drink had been his plan.
He climbed down from his place of rest
My child locks had failed the test.
I swoop him up into my arms
My precious gift is safe from harm.
Now wait a sec, where is the smoke?
And Grandma she passed years ago!
A tingle runs right down my spine
My son, he smiles at the light.
“Thank you, Grandma for saving him!
For being our own guardian!”
Her angel kiss was in my tear
As it crossed my lips I felt her here.
Then just as quick, she’s gone again
Though she’s not far, my guardian!

~ Pamela K. Pfertsh
Granddaughter to Hazel Hanna-McFadden
(my guardian…)
© 06/12/2015

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Our Sunshine

My mother-in-law, Esther E. Pfertsh, passed away the day before Thanksgiving, 2013. She was an amazing woman and someone who will be dearly missed by all. Below is her story and the reason so many will mourn her passing. One of her favorite songs that was sung as a prayer at every meal was The Lord is Good to Me. We will always sing that song at our meals in remembrance of her.

Esther was born in St. Edward

A town on Nebraska’s east side

To her parents Arthur and Anna

On April seventh, nineteen thirty-five.


She was but a toddler a runnin’

When the family decided to move

To a fox farm in Longmont, Colorado

Soon becoming their cow milker too.


She was always her daddy’s right hand girl

A sister to Helen, Arnold and June

But she always claimed that their mother

Loved her most, from here to the moon!


Her smile brought a nickname of Sunshine

As many relished in her glow from inside

She even thought she was a hummingbird

Always humming her hellos and good-byes.


Then one night she was cruising on Main Street

Catching the eye of a wonderful boy

Who then followed her down to the drive-in

At the A&W that they all enjoyed.


Elmer found out that Esther liked skating

Planning his hunt to catch up with her there

For we all know that he caught the best one

Who was forever his perfect pair.


They soon went on to get married

On July second, nineteen fifty-four

Having a reception down at the Grange Hall

Where their gifts were piled galore.


With the sixties came their three children

Blessed with a daughter then two handsome boys

She loved each one of her babies

Her Trina, her Todd and her Troy.


With Trina, she led the 4H club

Teaching each of them to cook and to knit

And shared with them knowledge of fishing

From the water all the way to the dish.


With her Todd she would often go swimming

Though that was not her expertise

When she’d plunge right down in the water

Her bottom would somehow form a peak.


Troy always remembered them Jeeping

With kids clinging on here and on there

Or driving them each to sports practice

Somehow, she got them everywhere.


They all laughed at her “mix and jiggle”

When at the counter she was

Mixing up cookies or pastries

Away flew her arm and her butt!


Those children, they blessed her with grandkids

Even step and great grandchildren too

And all of those that she adopted

From the neighbors or down at the schools.


For years she worked at District 50

A school secretary and so very much more

Known for always cheering up grumpies

And playing pranks on co-workers and more


She was such a great people person

Who loved to quilt and to knit and to sew

She was always part of some great group

For she loved them and helped them to grow.


Her family always came first though

And her church it was not far behind

Cleaning and doing their bookwork

Was just part of her daily grind.


Putting on plays and shows about talent

Her humor rivaling Carol Burnett

She even danced with a mannequin

And her Curly enjoyed that a bit.


Her talent was playing the washboard

Slider whistle, the symbols and horn

While Curly twanged on the hand saw

And for Sue the gutbucket was borne.


Songs were always being made up

As she had one for every occasion

Like while camping with family in Red Feather

Or to cheer up a precarious situation.


A resilient outdoors type person

“For I am a farm girl,” she claimed

As strong as an ox, she was leaned on

Near sainthood those close had proclaimed.


Then Alzheimer’s came and took over

Her mind and our lives had been robbed

It took away much of those memories

As we all stuck together and sobbed.


But her faith, it never did falter

As she walked and talked with her Lord

Praying that He take her peaceful

By her choice and of her full accord.


So we offer our thanks up to Thee, Lord

For taking her peacefully to Thee

And for providing the rain and the Sunshine

With which to grow all of those apple seeds.



~ Pamela K. Pfertsh

 © December 6, 2013

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This poem is about my own wedding and the finding of my true love and best friend after a 30-year dance through life.  The poem explains most of the story, and I hope you enjoy this as much as the 150 in attendance at our wedding did!



We met 30 years ago this spring

Each dating our best friends

Immediately we were friends ourselves

Our ears on constant lend.

We helped each other through everything

As our friendship bloomed of gold

Not realizing we were building a love

That only a lifetime could hold.

Working on that old ’57

Our hearts began to bind

I carved my name into its fender

And our minds for all of time.

Graduation came and Todd moved on

Even though I had one year left

We stayed in contact all that time

And I still thank God for that.

When October came, I needed him

More than I ever knew

I was seventeen and my life had changed

As a babe inside me grew.

The father and I had split our ways

As Todd’s heart for me was breaking

He came to me and professed his love

Offering his heart for the taking.

This decision was very difficult

Caring deeply for his friend and I

But the love for me within his heart

Would not let him just stand by.

At the National Western of ‘84

He drug me all around

So proud to be the one with me

And my belly oh so round.

When I was about six months along

Todd took me out one night

And sitting in his Thoutt Brother’s truck

He asked me to be his wife.

The pain I felt right then and there

I still can feel today

The moment I decided to tell him, “No.”

And go our separate ways.

Twelve years after his proposal to me

He showed up at my door

Each of us just single

As Todd expressed his love once more.

We spent the day, sitting on the porch

Watching our children play

It was spring again, but in ‘96

As our love bloomed again that day.

When the sun had set upon this day

Again, my love proposed

And once again I was not ready

Giving a tearful, fearful, “No.”

When my divorce was final in ‘98

And my feet back on the ground

I once again began my search

Looking for him all around.

It was then twelve years again that passed

In the spring of 2010

When I found our old friend, Bobby

Who was one of Todd’s best friends.

Offering to reach Todd’s brother, Troy

Who was a Facebook friend

I begged him to get my Todd out there

So I could find him once again.

It was 5/15/2010

When his face showed on the screen

Under the “People you might know,”

From the Ranum High School team.

I checked his profile to learn of him

And to finally touch base

But when I saw that he was single

Tears ran down my face.

I messaged him a friend request

And he answered right away

I had him call me on the phone

And again, we talked all day.

We met that night at 7:00 pm

To go out on a date

We ate our dinner and talked all night

Being asked to leave when it was so late.

When we got back to his quiet house,

Seeing his truck in all its glory

I knew I’d found my true love again

Writing a new chapter in our story.

We were laughing as I asked of him

If he would marry me

Then he asked if I was talking to his truck

Or affording him that plea.

One month later, we found our church

And joined AUMC

We wanted to show our thanks to God

For allowing us to be.

It was unbeknownst to each of us

Our paths had crossed quite often

It started with the Methodist church

Of our childhoods not forgotten.

His Methodist men’s group assisted us

They helped us build our church

Even though I did not know him then

I knew the name, Todd Pfertsh.

It seems as though we’ve always lived

Within blocks of each other

God always giving us the chance

To cross paths with one another.

It may have taken 30 years

For this love of ours to grow

But at least I finally told him, “Yes,”

The third time that he proposed!

We just bought a house up in Coal Creek

As we had always dreamed

It was something we always talked about

While working on the car it seemed.

Our paths have finally come to one

As we head down this new road

Leading in the direction of our life’s dreams

Where our love hath always flowed.

~ Pamela K. Pfertsh

© April 13, 2013

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True Beauty

If you want to see your true self,

Look into the eyes of the person that truly loves you.

Then and only then will you see your beauty

And abilities without any judgement.

~Pamela K. Pfertsh

©April 10, 2012

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Rosemary’s Poem

This poem was written for a friend of mine who barely survived an accident with a drunk driver.  It was presented to her on Easter Sunday, April the 8th, which was the 5th anniversary of the new life she was given.  It will be read at a M.A.D.D. (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) event in Denver at the end of April, 2012.


I was only driving into work

To take care of my kids

When you made a choice to take from me

Nearly all I had to give.


Not only were you very drunk

But should not be here at all

An illegal man from Mexico

Put behind our prison walls.


You tore my body almost in half

My ribs were in my lungs

My left arm and shoulder were torn away

My right leg and foot just hung.


They pronounced me dead at 3:04 am

On Sunday, April the eight

And told my friends to bring my kids

For they feared it was too late.


But then the Police Chief called to them

To tell them I had life

And to bring the kids down anyway

For I may not live past night.


My surgery ten hours long

Was only to sustain

Until the doctor could figure out

How to make me whole again.


Courtney cried and when her tears

Fell down onto my arm

They say that tears came from my eyes

Making death a false alarm.


That beautiful angel stayed by me

Refusing to take a break

She held my hand and talked to me

Saying I smiled, but would not wake.


Many could not come to me

For I was broken to the eye

They could not handle the way I looked

Without breaking down to cry.


Due to my state of comatose

They had to sell our home

The kids were staying with my friend Dave

To keep things close to norm.


My sleep it lasted two months long

Until my eyes would open

And because my name’s Hispanic nature

They assumed that’s what I’d spoken.


Interpreters and Spanish forms

Down my throat were thrust

Five languages I’d spoke before

It simply was unjust.


After twenty-eight long surgeries

And over thirty broken bones

Adding metal to my knees and hips

And my legs before they’re sown.


The doctor came to me in June

And said, “Because you’re paralyzed

We’re moving you to a nursing home,”

And I was mortified.


I begged him keep me a little more

To give me one more chance

He said I’d have to walk away

And cook if I had a chance.


I begged he pull these tubes from me

For how I breathed and I was fed

And the filter pulled from within my heart

For I watched it from the bed.


I had to learn to dress again

To speak and then to eat

For you traumatized my brain so much

That it nearly chose defeat.


I worked out in the gym as much

As they would take me there

For I had to get home to my kids

To lighten their despair.


My eyes had gone in different ways

And it caused me to see double

It would get my scrambled brain confused

And cause all kinds of trouble.


By July’s end I prepared a meal

For the staff upon my floor

To prove that I could feed myself,

My kids and many more.


And then to all of their surprise

With a walker I was driven

And walked myself right out the door

Into the new life I was given.


Dealing with brain injury

Is never an easy chore

For Brandon took it harder than most

Because of what we’d had before.


He’s tried so hard to talk with me

But the words no longer there

Some days it’s hard to even speak

And to him it is not fair.


One day he bought a book for me

“To the one my virtue instilled

The power of knowledge inside of me

Will come back if it is willed.”


“You are all that holds you back!”

Is what he wrote to me

Just as I had said to him

For all of eternity.


As Courtney would always say

The hardest part in getting through

Was when they’d say, “I understand,

I know what you’re going through.”


She knew they didn’t really know

Or even understand

Like when she’d say, “My mom can do it!”

Then they’d laugh and pat her hand.


Now the toughest job for me to do

Is providing for my kids

This highly educated college girl

Suddenly hit the skids.


The one thing drunks don’t realize

Is how much they affect

The lives of those connected to

The ones that they impact.


I pulled myself out of this grave

To come home to my kids

I’m here and not about to leave

Begging God forbid!


All I ask of those who drink

Is to be responsible

And to think of all that you can take

By acting such a fool.


~Pamela K. Pfertsh

April 8, 2012

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