Mother, O Mother

You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring
You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey.
Even when our lives were sad and cloudy,
you filled it with hope and sunshine

You had many reasons to be cold and hard;
Many seasons to withdraw, and feast on sadness
You could have cursed the darkness, and given up.
You could have wept and pitied each day’s dawning

I remember your tears, but in you I saw no fears,
as you held us close through those lean years.
You dried your tears and welcomed the sunlight.
You reassured us that all things would be made right

O mother, you were so young when daddy passed away;
But you were so mature and wise, as you faced each day.
There were eleven of us, and not one of us went astray

O dear mother, you were a model of motherhood,
And you were well respected in all the neighborhood.
You were so gracious, always doing the best that you could

O blessed mother, every thought of you makes me feel
So very happy and fortunate to have known someone
As dear and special as you.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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A loving ode to a priceless gift of god- called mother:) Beautiful reading:)

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