I am a craftsman by trade and a witness by faith. Whether I am polishing a piece of steel or a stanza of poetry, my goal is the same: Excellence that honors the subject. After losing my mother, I wrote 'The Woman in the Apron'—not just to mourn her, but to celebrate the 'bee that buzzes around earth’s kitchen' and the 'best friend' she was. That experience revealed my calling: helping Christian families find the words to bridge the gap between earthly loss and eternal hope.
What I Bring to Your Family’s Service:
- A Biblical Perspective: I write poems that center on Christ, scripture, and the legacy of a life well-lived in the Lord.
- Trained Oratory: With a foundation in public speaking and experience in the pulpit, I craft verses designed to be heard, felt, and remembered.
- Craftsman’s Precision: My background in business management and master-polishing means I deliver a professional, refined, and timely tribute during your most stressful hours.
I don’t just provide a poem; I provide a 'Polished Word' for a sacred moment.
Services:
• Memorial Tributes • Funeral Program Verses • Eulogy Support • Heirloom Prints • (My wife also makes memorial stuffed animals and quilts out of loved ones favorite clothing)
'In His hands all pain taken.' — Let’s honor your loved one together.
Please review my poem I wrote for my own mother and if this appears to strike your fancy reach out to me. I have other works I can send as pdfs if requested.
My shield.
My protector.
My lifeline.
My nurse.
My waitress.
This is the woman
I used to know.
Not the running to the bathroom.
Not the ever sleeping.
Not the heartbreak her loved ones carry.
That is not the woman
I used to know.
She is the bread maker.
She is the homemaker.
She is the quilter.
She is the ever amazing seamstress.
She is the best friend.
She is the support when needed.
She is the bearer of others' crosses.
She is the bee that buzzes
Around earth’s kitchen.
This is the woman
I used to know.
Grief.
Disease ridden.
Ever sick,
Ever longing.
Not the memories of the woman
I wish to know.
Bear this cross, as I must
Her loved one take.
One memory here.
Ever will I take,
The woman in the apron
At heaven's gate.
Give her more time with all
Loved ones asked,
But Lord's will ahead
All wishes make.
The best memory beheld.
No pain,
No sorrow now.
In His hands all pain taken.
With friends of old
And friends anew,
In a heavenly kitchen.
Pain aside.
Love in hand.
A dinner she makes
For loved ones dear,
To be parted no more
With party here.
Cookies on tray,
Tray in hand.
At the gate she awaits.
Lips asmile,
Through all earth's trials.
Awaiting our return
From parting.
Halo on brow.
Apron on blouse.
The Woman In The Apron
Awaits in Heaven.
If by chance
More time is given
Joy beyond all gifts
Can tell by the loved ones
Cherished above all.
Here on earth
More time anew,
Every moment
Cherished held
By one and all
because
The Woman In the Apron
Works again
In her fine kitchen.
...I love you, Momma.
Jacob R. Krol
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. If you have any questions feel free to reach out. Currently, I am still using my Michigan phone number but I am now living here in the Houston area. I can take calls and texts at this number 616-272-959five.
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