As I was going through some old photographs for my webpage albums, I ran across a poem I had written for my mother years ago. It was written to the tune of "What a Friend We Have in Jesus."



What a friend we have in Mother
Who all our secrets share
We should never keep things from her
Tell her all and she'll be there

Oh what tender love she gives us
When in sorrow or dispair
Tell her gently, whisper softly
She will listen, she'll be there

When you're sick and cannot labor
And there's nothing you can do
Call on Mother she will help you
God will bless her, that is true

She will clean and do the dishes
She will tend your babes with care
If she finds you cold or hungry
Do not worry, she'll be there

Day by day as she grows older
She's the family's guiding star
Don't forget the prayers she taught you
You may need them bye and far

Though her hair has turned to silver
send her flowers sweet and fair
Drop a card or send a letter
She'll be waiting, she'll be there

When her eyes have closed to slumber
Gently kiss her icy brow
Fold her hands upon her bosom
She will rest in Heaven now

When your days are dark and dreary
And your cross is hard to bear
Do not let your memory fail you
Think of her and she'll be there


Mom entered Heaven on July 14, 1994