In Loving Memory...
A tribute to a beautiful woman...
my Mother.
Vay Jean Jones
Jan 12, 1944 - Mar 15, 1999
Mother
I was lucky when you begat me.
All your attributes I finally see.
Your life spent on your children,
All of them, three.
No payment requested,
Your love flowed free.
For all this and more,
I thank thee.
By
Sherry Jones
March 1987
Why Mothers Cry
Author Unknown
"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.
"Because I'm a mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him and said, "You never will."
Later the little boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mother's cry.
So he finally put in a call to God and when God got on the phone, the man said "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"
God said, "You see son, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rjection that many times come from their children. I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better and helps them share a teenager's anxieties and fears. I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.
Don't Wanna Say Goodbye
By
Sherry Jones
I always thought you'd be here,
As immortal as the earth.
I thought you'd be there,
For my children's birth.
I know life is uncertain
But this is particularly unfair.
Not knowing how much time
I have with you to share.
My hopes and dreams- -
Will they come true?
I'd trade them all if
It would save you.
If I could kill your cancer,
Take away your pain...
I must be strong for you,
This disease is our bane.
My faith fails me,
And it would be a lie
If I said I could handle
Having to say goodbye.
I don't want to let you go!
It's too early for us to part.
But I must not let anyone know
How this is affecting me.
So I'll laugh and joke,
And wear a smile.
I'll keep your spirits up.
But all the while
My sould is ravaged
by this pain in my heart.
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