This happened a few nights ago
busy the night
but I needed to
remember flowers
The next day
was Mother's Day
and the weatherman
predicted showers
Get flowers and a card
before the rain
while there's a
large supply
Then tomorrow
after church
I'll have time
to drop them by
The deed done
I'm on my way
to church and
Mom's after
In my mind
I hear her voice
in song and
in laughter
Wish I didn't
have to rush
but there's so
much to do
My kids want
to honor me
on this
Mother's Day too
But what about
my Mother?
she deserves
so very much
Will a quick hello
a card and flowers
convey to her
such?
I ponder
as I drive
past a
cemetary gate
My eyes open wide
and I know
I am
too late
For it is there
where my
dear mother
now lay
In my sleep
I had forgotten
her burial
day
Awakened
in full
brimming tears
pounding heart
I recalled
Mom's last days
and of them,
my part
With joy
I recalled
intimate times
serving her
From her head
to her feet
day and night
a busy blur
Her sweetness
remained
through pain
and strife
No matter
the challenges
throughout
her life
And the day
we all said
our final
goodbyes
She let us
all know
she was leaving
with her blue eys
Closed for hours
they suddenly
opened wide
and looked afar
No doubt what
she saw there;
The Bright
And Morning Star
With her children
singing hyms
she left this world
for another
Where Jesus
took her hand
and gave it to
her mother.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-05-09 at 06:53
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A Mother's Day Story
Busy the daybusy the night
but I needed to
remember flowers
The next day
was Mother's Day
and the weatherman
predicted showers
Get flowers and a card
before the rain
while there's a
large supply
Then tomorrow
after church
I'll have time
to drop them by
The deed done
I'm on my way
to church and
Mom's after
In my mind
I hear her voice
in song and
in laughter
Wish I didn't
have to rush
but there's so
much to do
My kids want
to honor me
on this
Mother's Day too
But what about
my Mother?
she deserves
so very much
Will a quick hello
a card and flowers
convey to her
such?
I ponder
as I drive
past a
cemetary gate
My eyes open wide
and I know
I am
too late
For it is there
where my
dear mother
now lay
In my sleep
I had forgotten
her burial
day
Awakened
in full
brimming tears
pounding heart
I recalled
Mom's last days
and of them,
my part
With joy
I recalled
intimate times
serving her
From her head
to her feet
day and night
a busy blur
Her sweetness
remained
through pain
and strife
No matter
the challenges
throughout
her life
And the day
we all said
our final
goodbyes
She let us
all know
she was leaving
with her blue eys
Closed for hours
they suddenly
opened wide
and looked afar
No doubt what
she saw there;
The Bright
And Morning Star
With her children
singing hyms
she left this world
for another
Where Jesus
took her hand
and gave it to
her mother.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 576 times
Written on 2009-05-09 at 06:53
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