A Mother's Day tribute to my mother (Kathy Lockhart's too)
all of her 84 years
Like a ballet, she danced with each day
laughter cancelling tears
Often through pain, she'd look at the rain
and talk of flowers to come
Behind her blue eyes, were wanting cries
But self pity she would have none
Often through song she shut out a wrong
Forgiveness ripe for the picking
Work was her way, she pursued it each day
Like a watch that keeps on ticking
Family got her best, before she took her rest
long after all had been served
Her husband knew her beauty, and he did his duty
Respecting her as more than he deserved
Her children were blessed, they knew they had the best
A gift straight from God's heart
And after all those years, they battled tears
seeing her struggle to impart
Her last words to them, but her mind had grown dim
And her voice would not come alive
Her final message was said, with her eyes instead
As she opend them, bright, blue and wide
As her children sang to her, joy came to her
her face became aglow in celestial awe
It was Jesus she was seeing, Her body he was freeing
As her soul was being called
Her children were left alone, their precious mother gone
but their tears were not all sad
She had led a challenge filled life, known joy and known strife
but the good always outweighed the bad
The final years were exhausting, painful and costing
her all the energy she had
But she went as long as she could, and we all knew she would
And now that she's gone, Dear God we are sad.
But gladness comes running, when we think of her funning
Because she played with us like a child
She told us stories, of adventures and glories
And prowled round like a cat gone wild
No one is her equal, there is no sequel
So we are thankful she was ours
Daisy, Momma, Mommy Lock, All answered to her flock
Because she was three in one.
She filled each roll like a pro
She knew how to get things done.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-04-28 at 20:34
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She Was 84 When She Left Us
Long and lithe, she dueled with strifeall of her 84 years
Like a ballet, she danced with each day
laughter cancelling tears
Often through pain, she'd look at the rain
and talk of flowers to come
Behind her blue eyes, were wanting cries
But self pity she would have none
Often through song she shut out a wrong
Forgiveness ripe for the picking
Work was her way, she pursued it each day
Like a watch that keeps on ticking
Family got her best, before she took her rest
long after all had been served
Her husband knew her beauty, and he did his duty
Respecting her as more than he deserved
Her children were blessed, they knew they had the best
A gift straight from God's heart
And after all those years, they battled tears
seeing her struggle to impart
Her last words to them, but her mind had grown dim
And her voice would not come alive
Her final message was said, with her eyes instead
As she opend them, bright, blue and wide
As her children sang to her, joy came to her
her face became aglow in celestial awe
It was Jesus she was seeing, Her body he was freeing
As her soul was being called
Her children were left alone, their precious mother gone
but their tears were not all sad
She had led a challenge filled life, known joy and known strife
but the good always outweighed the bad
The final years were exhausting, painful and costing
her all the energy she had
But she went as long as she could, and we all knew she would
And now that she's gone, Dear God we are sad.
But gladness comes running, when we think of her funning
Because she played with us like a child
She told us stories, of adventures and glories
And prowled round like a cat gone wild
No one is her equal, there is no sequel
So we are thankful she was ours
Daisy, Momma, Mommy Lock, All answered to her flock
Because she was three in one.
She filled each roll like a pro
She knew how to get things done.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 552 times
Written on 2007-04-28 at 20:34
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