Frances Irene Cooley Cauthen

A Tribute to my mother.

Frances Irene Cooley Cauthen
December 10, 1919 - April, 29 1994

My Mother was a strong woman and instilled in me, her first born, the strength that only "country" women posess. My earliest memories of her are the ones of her always being at home for me whenever I needed her. In the morning when I awoke, she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The radio was on WSM station, "The Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs program", and she would always make sure everyone was taken care of before she thought about herself. She was the first to rise in the morning and the last to retire at night. The house was always clean, clothes washed and ironed, and always fresh vegetables from the garden at suppertime. She picked cotton in the fall to help purchase school clothes for me and my brother and sister. If there was enough money left, she would purchase enough cloth for a new dress or two for herself. She taught me to always trust in God, obey his rules and I could stand against anything the world tossed my way. She proved this to be true, holding strong through the loss of my dad, her parents and my brother, her only son. She had more strength than I will ever hope to posess, this woman that I am proud to call "My Mother"

When cancer struck her in the spring of 1993, she faced it bravely and fought with every ounce of energy in her small 110 pound body, with pure determination. A cure was not in God's plan for her. He took the pain from her on April 29th 1994. She lives without pain now, just a heart beat from me. I still feel her presence around me; but, I miss her so much.

There is so much more I could tell you of my mother, but the following seems to say it all.

This poem was written by John Tesh and Dilia. It seemed fitting to be here on this page in tribute to "MY MOTHER"

"MY MOTHER"

Is it me, or have I deceived myself?

I thought I heard you call my name, out in the pouring rain.

I really thought, I thought I saw your face.

But after a second look I saw I made a clear mistake.

Mother I Miss You

And days I wish you were here with me

So we could laugh and talk again.

Mother I miss you.

But I'll just kiss you and send it on the wind

'cause you know I plan to see you again.

So much I wanted to show you.

So much I wanted to give.

I thought our time would be much longer.

I'm Missing My Best Friend.

Mother I miss you.

And days I just wish you were here with me

So we could laugh and talk again.

Mother I Miss You

But I'll just kiss you and send it on the wind

'cause you know I plan to see you again.

Mother, this is for you.

I miss you so much and I love you "so good"!!

Brenda

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