In Honor of Our Mother
If I could but for a moment,
Have a brief space of your time,
I would like to share some thoughts I’ve had,
And share with you in Rhyme..
For as a child I knew no fear,
That my mothers Love could not comfort,
The softest words, a touch of her hand,
Would soothe the scariest moment.
Her words were few, her corrections often,
As they settled upon our ears,
I have held them close within my heart,
So dear throughout the years
My Mom, while yet so busy,
With the chores that filled her day,
Was never to occupied with her work,
To share a kindness, it was her way.
We ran, we played, we tracked her floor,
Our clothes soiled to a fright.
But never was my Mom to tired,
To see us all goodnight.
We did our chores, we feed the stock,
We carried in the wood,
Many times—into the night,
We did the best we could.
I’ve seen my Mom up way before dawn,
And at night, work still remained,
But always, Mom, she had a song,
And with her work, would sing.
It mattered not what came our way,
Her faith in God above,
It carried us then, it carries us still,
Trusting in God’s love.
Now I knew not then, what I know now,
Of faith, of courage, and persistence,
Mom taught me silently by her example,
Right is not the path of least resistance.
I have seen her stand, while small in frame,
While many others faltered,
She shared the secret of her strength,
She renewed it at the alter.
Her mind was calm, amidst the storms,
I thought—many times, how odd,
But not knowing then as I know now,
Her foundation, her Rock, was God.
She would look at me and with a smile would say,
We are not out on a limb,
Then she would reach for the old song book,
And with that we would sing a Hymn.
The road she traveled, though long and narrow,
Was filled with much delight,
It was present in her mornings,
And at tuck in time, at night.
Her laughter fills my memories,
Her faith—it fills my heart,
She taught me of her secret,
Of which I will not depart.
Her heart was never empty,
Her feelings—never sore,
For all her many children
Of which, through love—she bore.
Her wisdom far exceeded,
Her years upon this earth,
An angel, ole so sweet at heart,
God’s hand on her from birth.
Yes she taught us of God’s goodness,
And she taught us of his grace,
With assurance that the day would come
We would go to a better place.
Where no more pain, and no more strife,
Will have any place within
The burdens here of this old world,
Remembered—never again.
So you see my friend, now why I asked,
For I too would like to pass along
Mom’s joy that she so freely shared,
As she sang her many songs.
For in them was a presence,
That wasn’t just to hear,
For now I am older, and still when I fear,
I hear my Mom’s voice, so sweetly in my ear.
Her life was a beautiful example,
of God’s love, for that I’m sure,
For all life’s pain and heartaches,
she assured me, it would cure.
Now Mom is a Senior,
and well past her prime
God has called his angel back,
it was just a matter of time.
So please don’t grieve her passing,
Mom has only traveled home,
To be with her Heavenly Father,
to His open outstretched arms.
For all of life’s hardships,
it’s troubles and it’s pain,
They will not pass from this ole life,
to where she now remains.
Her work down here now finished,
The love she always shared,
The joys of one day going home
Again, to be with Dad, and her children there.
Now Our Father, which art in Heaven,
Had an angel to reclaim,
And I hear the sound of trumpets,
Heaven has called out our Mom’s name.
She lived her whole life trusting,
In God’s Word and singing hymns,
And in her passing, she leaves her testimony,
She was true until the end.
It wasn’t diamonds, it wasn’t rubies,
That were cherished in Mom’s life,
It was goodness, kindness and mercy,
That was Mom’s—life cutting knife.
It cut through all the heartaches,
It cut through all the sores.
It cut through all the pains that life,
Could throw and Mama bore.
She said this of her Children,
She said it of the lot,
No diamonds, rubies silver or gold
Is worth any one child I’ve got.
For God has richly blessed me,
And of that you can rest assured,
The only way I could be more blessed,
Is meeting Christ, on heaven’s shore.
She instilled in all her children,
As those who’ve known us, very well know,
We are all living testaments,
Of her Glory, she often told.
So sing now please, and help Celebrate,
The day of my Mom’s birth,
For God has called Mom to heaven,
The most Precious Angel from earth.
Could it be, with God’s consent,
The Angels in Heaven, conspired!
I think you’ll agree, if you just listen closely,
There’s a new voice in Heaven’s Choir.
With all Our love, Mom, someday we will see you there.
Timmy, 12/05/10
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