A Mother's Love

Inexperience is permitted, No special skills required,
Must love pets and children, Eager attitude desired.
A loving heart's essential, Soft, gentleness, a plus,
A kindly, warm demeanour, Combined with tenderness.

Add agility of body, And dexterity of hands,
Both can be instinctive, But be ready on demand.
Have good ears, with which to listen, Sharp eyes, with which to see,
Arms strong enough for hugging, And a spirit, fancy-free.

Can speak to God in heaven, Have folded hands to pray.
Have ability to guide and teach, And ability to play,
Can cook, and bake, and clean, and sew, Can nurture little souls,
Knows how to hold on tightly, And how to hold, when letting go.
Mother's love, eternal love, Ever in one's heart,
Eventually returned to God, Yet, never does depart.

© Virginia (Ginny) Ellis

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"Mother's Day In Heaven"

Mother's Day is a very special day,
for our Mothers who we hold so dear.
A day to remember all they have given us,
each day, and throughout every year.

When I think about you on this day,
my heart misses you so very much.
I miss the love only a Mother can give,
with her gentle, and caring touch.

But I do know that even in Heaven,
God remembers the Mothers He called home.
And He will bless you for all you gave,
before returning to the kingdom of His throne.

So as you celebrate Mother's Day in Heaven,
know you are loved by your children this day.
As the love for a mother is a very special love,
which nothing, or time, can ever take away.

Yet I don't need Mother's Day to remind me,
of all the love I hold so deeply in my heart.
Not a day has past when I don't think of you,
since the Angels came, and we had to part.

Today I am sending my love up to Heaven,
to you my precious Mother, on Angels' wings.
And I give thanks for everything you gave me,
as a Mother's love is one of life's true blessings.

© Pamela Hall - 14th May, 2000

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Mother

My Mother is always with me
She's the whisper of the wind as
it blows through my hair.
She's the smell of flowers in my garden,
She's in the sweet sounds of laughter
I hear from my son.
In the golden rays of a sunset
The dew on the leaves in the morning.

In the stars that shine at night.
She's crystallized in every tear,
She's remembered in every thought.
She's loved with a heart unconditional.
Nothing can separate us,
Not, "Time" ~ "Space" ~ "Death" 

  Written By - Kate Tanks 2000



Mother ~ My Best Friend

"Mother, I Miss You"
Is it me, or have I deceived myself?
I thought I heard you call my name,
out in the pouring rain.
I really thought, I thought I saw your face.
But after a second look I saw
I made a clear mistake.

Mother I Miss You
And nights I just wish you were here with me
So we can laugh and talk again.
Mother I miss you
But I'll just kiss you and send it on the wind
'cause you know I plan to see you again.
So much I wanted to show you.
So much I wanted to give.
I thought our time would be much longer.
Missing My Best Friend.

Mother I miss you.
And nights I just wish you were here with me
So we can laugh and talk again.
Mother I Miss You
But I'll just kiss you and send it on the wind
'cause you know I plan to see you again.
Mama, this is for you.
I miss you so much and I'll love you "always".

Author Unknown



"A Child's Love"

You have given to me the precious gift of life,
and a wonderful place for me to call my home.
But most of all, you have freely given to me,
the greatest unconditional love, I've ever known.

I feel blessed having been born out of your love;
for you wanting me, without knowing who I'd be.
And now you know who I am, not a day has past,
when I have ever felt that you did not want me.

Without me ever needing to ask for it from you,
you've always been right here for me over the years.
Sharing in so many smiles, as you have felt my joy,
and comforting me in sorrow, wiping away my tears.

You have taught me so much over the many years;
some I was too young to remember, but lots I do.
But those not remembered, are still part of me,
and I've become who I am today, because of you.

Although I am "my own person", an individual,
I'm thankful that so much of you lives inside me.
If I'd been able to choose my own personality traits,
it would have been yours, that I wanted them to be.

I just want you to know how much I do love you,
and have appreciated everything you have ever done.
I could not have asked for a more special parent,
as in my heart, you will forever be,
my number ONE!

© Pamela Hall - 16th June, 1998

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A Mother's Prayer

Oh Heavenly Father, make me a better mother.
Teach me to understand my children,
to listen patiently to what they have to say,
and to answer all their questions kindly.

Keep me from interrupting them or contradicting them.
Make me as courteous to them as I would have them be to me.
Forbid that I should ever laugh at their mistakes,
or resort to shame or ridicule when they displease me.

May I never punish them for my own selfish
satisfaction or to show my power.
Let me not tempt my child to lie or steal.
And guide me hour by hour that I may demonstrate by all
  I say and do that honesty produces happiness.

Reduce, I pray, the meanness in me.
And when I am out of sorts, help me, O Lord, to hold my tongue.
May I be ever mindful that my children are children
and I should not expect of them the judgment of adults.
Let me not rob them of the opportunity to wait
on themselves and to make decisions.

Bless me with the bigness to grant them all their reasonable requests,
and the courage to deny them privileges I know will do them harm.
Make me fair and just and kind.
And make me fit, O Lord, to be loved
and respected and imitated by my children.

AMEN

Author Unknown



A Song From Heaven

In the last months of my Mothers life, she would slip in
and out of a world known only to her.
When she was in "Her World", we would all try to reach her,
to try and draw her back to us. But we had no control.
  So we lived for the clear days, when she was in "Our World".

On one of those clear days, Mother drew me to her
bedside, and looking into my face she said,
" Mum came to me yesterday."

I can tell you I was not prepared for the words my Mother
spoke, but as she told me of the visit, I listened,
daring not to speak. "Mum was trying to teach me
something," she said, " It was like a dream, but more real.
I understood clearly what she was saying." 

Mother paused, then looked deeply into my eyes.
"Mum sang an old song that she used to sing while she went
about her work in the kitchen. I had forgotten that song.
I wish I had the words."
I caught my breath and asked her the name of the song.
She didn't know the name, but she sang me the chorus,
struggling to recall the words.

" Far away, beyond the starry night," my Mother sang.
I sensed the importance of the song and hung on every word.
Before I left that day, I promised to look for the words.
I looked everywhere, but not knowing the title and it
being such an old song, I didn't have any luck.

My Mother's birthday was fast approaching, and I knew
that this song would be the perfect gift. I had all
but given up, when one day, as I was listening to a
"talk radio " show, I decided to appeal to the good 
people in Arkansas. I called in and told them about my Mother's 
desire and I gave them what I had of the song.

Before the afternoon was done, I not only had the words
to Mother's song, I had the music and a tape.
The folks that made the tape for me, filled the rest of
the tape with songs about Mothers. And not one of those
beautiful people would take a dime for the time spent.
Oh what a birthday that was. I popped that tape into
Mother's player and watched, as her face flooded
with tears of joy. Mother played that song so much,
that before long, we both had it committed to memory.

  Little did I know what an important roll that song
would play in months to come.
Soon, Mother slipped into "Her World", and nothing we
could do would draw her back to ours. We knew the end was near.
Before her health failed, Mother had crocheted everyone a
beautiful afghan, except for my younger sister.
I recall her asking me what colours she should make Donna's
afghan. I told her I would find out, but when Mother
became ill, we all forgot about the afghan...
all that is, except Mother.

There in her hospital bed, away in her world, she
would sit for hours, working in a strained position
on an imaginary afghan. I tried in vain to pull her
back to us. I would beg her to lay down her "yarn"
and rest, but she would take on that determined look
that I knew so well, pull away and continue working.

One day, as I watched her work with her imaginary yarn,
  I decided to go to Mother instead of trying to pull her
back to me. I admired her afghan and the pretty colours.
She smiled!  She had "Heard" me.
I asked her who the afghan was for, and in broken speech
she said, "My girl." I promised her that when she finished,
I would see that Donna got that beautiful afghan.
Then I started to sing her song.
  "Twilight is stealing over the sea."

An amazing thing happened. Mother stopped her crocheting
and  began to sing. She only hit every other word or so,
but oh those words  were precious to me. As I started
to sing the chorus, I became aware of a bird singing
outside the window. I walked to the window as I sang,
and there, perched on the cement ledge of the 4th floor
window, was a red and brown finch, singing his heart out!

What a sight we were that day. Mother and I and that
little bird, singing at the top of our lungs!
One month latter, I was listening to the
tape at my Mother's funeral.
 And I could almost hear her... singing along.
I will always believe that God sent me and Mother
that song.  As for that little bird... well...
he must have been an Angel... sent to put a song
in our hearts at a time when we needed it the most.

© Bobby Smith



"A Mothers Love"

l have watched you grow up over the years,
and shared in the learning, the joys and the tears.
l've seen you become the person who you are today,
A child of mine, and so very special to me, in every way.

Through the years you have brought my heart many smiles,
And even through any hard times, you made it all worthwhile.
l will always be here for you, always right by your side,
Whether it be just to listen to you, or to be your guide.

l can't lead your life for you, and protect you from all harms,
But my love will be embracing you, as if you were in my arms.
Above all else, your happiness is so very important to me,
And when l see your smiling face, it fills my heart so lovingly.

l gave you the gift of life, and in return l've received love;
You're a true blessing given to me from the Lord above.
For the love between a mother and a child is like no other,
And l am so proud that l am able to say, l am "YOUR" mother.
© Pamela Hall - 6th May, 1998

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A Mother's Hands

Your hands dry heartaches' tears,
your hands bring warmth and comfort,
Soothe away a nightmares fears.
Your hands love without end,
Gently tend the fevered brow,
until the morning comes again.
No other hands will ever feel
the same as a mother's touch,

No others hands love truer,
none could ever care so much.
Your hands will show the way
on the wings of mother's prayers,
They'll find the grace to grow each day.
Your hands love faithfully,
They're a picture of the love
of God and Jesus, they can see.

Written by - Lisa Johnson 



A Touch of Love

You were six months old and full of fun,
With the blink of an eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head, and you turned two.

At two you were very dependent on me,
But independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore.
But when I lit the candles there weren't three, but four.

Four was the year that you really strived,
Why, look at you now, you're already five.
Now you are ready for books and for rules.
This is the year that you go to school.

The big day came, you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus, going oh, so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.

Time goes so fast, it's hard to believe
That just yesterday you were home here with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home
and you jump to the ground,
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.

So, I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can,
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man.


Author Unknown



Walking With Grandma

I like to walk with Grandma,
Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say "Now hurry up."
She always takes her time.

I like to walk with Grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do...
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.

Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop and see...
I'm glad that God made Grandma,
Unrushed and young like me!

Author Unknown



No Charge

My little boy came into the kitchen this evening
while I was fixing supper.
  And he handed me a piece of paper he'd been writing on.
  So, after wiping my hands on my apron, I read it,
  and this is what it said:
For mowing the grass, $5.
For making my own bed this week, $1.
For going to the store $.50.
For playing with baby brother while you
went shopping, $.25.
For taking out the trash, $1.
For getting a good report card, $5.
And for raking the yard, $2.

Well, I looked at him standing there expectantly,
  and a thousand memories flashed through my mind.
  So, I picked up the paper, and turning it over,
this is what I wrote:
For the nine months I carried you, growing
inside me, No Charge.
For the nights I sat up with you, doctored you
prayed for you, No charge.
For the time and the tears, and the cost
through the years, No Charge.
For the nights filled with dread, and the
worries ahead, No Charge.
For advice and the knowledge, and the cost of
your college, No Charge.
For the toys, food and clothes, and for
wiping your nose, No Charge.
Son, when you add it all up, the full cost
of my love is No Charge.
Well, when he finished reading, he had great 
big tears in his eyes.

  And he looked up at me and he said,
  "Mama, I sure do love you." 
Then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote,
  "Paid In Full"

Written by - Shirley Caesar

These words were put to music, one of my all time favourite songs.


When God Created Mothers

When the good Lord was creating mothers, He was into
His sixth day of overtime, when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.
" And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this one?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable; run on
black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that disappears
when she stands up; A kiss that can cure anything from
a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; and six pair of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said,
"Six pairs of hands...no way.
It's not the hands that are causing me problems,"
said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes that
Mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors
when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there?"
when she already knows. Another here, in the back
of her head that sees what she shouldn't, but
what she has to know, and of course the ones here
in front that can look at a child when he goofs up
and say, "I understand and I love you," without
so much as uttering a word."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently,
"Rest for now. Tomorrow....."
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating
something close to myself. Already I have one who
heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family
of six on one kilo of hamburger mince and can
get a nine year old to stand under a shower.
The angel circled the model of the Mother very slowly.
"She's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly.
"You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure.
"Can she think?"
"Not only think, but she can reason and compromise,"
said the Creator.
Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you, you were
trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain,
loneliness and pride."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked sombre,
"I didn't put it there."

© Erma Bombeck