MOTHER,
So many things of Mother I miss—
Her gentle hug and tender kiss.
I can still feel her warm embrace,
And picture her her loving face.
A mothers tasks are never done,
And heaven must have needed one.
For angels came and took her hand,
And lead her to gods promised land.
She’s surely kept quite busy there,
While brushing little angles hair.
And making sure they are dressed just right,
Not staying out too late at night.
Although there is a sadness, this one I know,
She’s waiting there, her face aglow.
I close my eyes and I can see—
Her arms still open wide for me.
Love
Helen and Ray
Monique, Steve and Cheyenne
Mike, Katriina, Max and Ben
Peggy, Tyler and Sara
Cathy
