Daisy~A Flower in God's Garden
My mother's name was DaisyShe was a beautiful woman with a
Sweet soul, a spirit of giving,
A way of living that reached around
The whole world with love.
She had light brown hair with golden
Streams of sparkling sunshine that
Glowed like a halo around her head.
Her soft blue eyes were full of kindness
And saw beyond just what was in view
She could mend torn britches and hearts
Without having to think about what to do
She just always knew.
She was a farm girl working long hard days.
She was a student that wrote poetry
And solved problems, made up stories,
Told tales to her family.
She was a deep thinker, an alto singer, who
Played the music, "by ear."
She could just hear
And then play
The organ
Making it create the sound,
That flowed
From her mind
Onto the keys,
Into the thankful
Air
It flew.
She just always knew.
She was an excellent cook,
Never needing a book.
She just knew what to do.
How to make biscuits from scratch,
Smooth creamy gravy,
Beans, both pinto and navy,
And the cornbread and fresh fried okra,
The sweetest, most luscious cobblers,
Cakes, and pies
I can smell them now cooking,
See them,
Taste them.
Remembering
all this
is such a pleasure
for me
To do.
She just always knew.
She gave birth to
And
Raised nine children.
Many times, she was alone,
For my daddy
Had to find work
Wherever he could
And he would.
So, she took the reigns
And dealt out any pain
That needed to go
On someone's behind,
If they did not mind.
And she would recognize a lie,
In a wink of an eye.
I have felt the sting
From the switch.
Of course, I needed it
Too.
But if you could get her to laugh,
She would give you a pass
At least a time
Or
Two.
She just always knew.
How she loved; oh, did she love
People, children, plants, animals,
And things
She loved knickknacks, flowers,
And beautiful hymns
To sing.
She loved poems, songs,
Movies, and books.
She loved clothes, shoes, purses,
And
Me.
She loved me
Unconditionally,
All of us she did.
And if you would have known her,
She would have loved you too.
She just always knew.
On one cold December day in 1999,
God came and took her away
From her suffering,
From the machines
That tried to help her,
But sometimes hurt her.
In so many ways,
She was strong
And determine
To live.
And she gave
All she had
To give
So, she could stay here
With her family.
But, it just wasn't
Meant to be
For she took a journey's trip
And flew
Upon the wings of angels
With a smile
For
She just always knew
What to do!
In Honor and Remembrance of my mother, Daisy B. Lockhart
Born August 19, 1915 and Reborn into Heaven on December 15, 1999.
I love and miss you mom.
Kathy
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-08-19 at 03:16
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