My mother was a single parent, who during World War II
raised me by herself. She put a roof over my head,
food on the table and dressed me the nicest
she could. She was mother, father, doctor, teacher and oh,
so many things rolled into one, but most of all,
she loved me.

As I grew up, she was always there for me. I could
always talk to her about anything and at any time.
She always gave me her full attention.
When my marriage failed, she was there for me. When my children
were born, she helped me with them so I could work.

Mom, in her older days, had severe arthritis all through
her body that gave her so much pain even at the smallest of
jarrings. She was miserable with emphysema as she had so
much scarring of the lungs, and later it became so bad that
she ended up in the hospital more than she would like.
All through her aches and pains, and she had many,
she never complained. At times, she got so miserable
that she would sleep sitting up in a chair, and that was where
the nurse found her passed away at 5:00 A.M. in the morning on
a Sunday.

Yes! My mother was a very simple down to earth person who
lived a very quiet simple life. My mother had a heart of
gold and not a mean bone in her body.
Oh! Did I forget to mention, that she was an Army Wac during
World War II?? Well! She was. I guess she was an "important person."
After all, she served her country.

Mom, where ever you are, I know you are happy now and I
know you are no longer in pain and agony. I am sure
you are living a much happier life. I will miss you
dearly. You will always be remembered for all you did in
your living days.

An angel came down one day
Wrapped her wings around you
She took you to open arms
Up through heavens doors
You are my mother

One day, my day will come
An angel will come for me
She will wrap her wings around me
Take me up through heavens door.
Up to your waiting arms
You are my mother.
I love you Mom
By Sandra L. Moczulski
Copyrights October 7, 2001

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
and watched you fad away;
although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.

A loving heart stopped beating,
hard working hands were at rest;
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.

We think of you in silence
and often speak your name.
All we have are memories
and your picture in a frame.

In life we loved dearly,
in death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place
no one can ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.

Don't think of her as gone away
Her journey's just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one
Just think of her as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years
Think how she must be wishing
That we could know, today
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And she is loved so very much.
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