My mother was small and skin like a pearl,
Through hours of pain gave birth to a girl,
She held me close and cooed my name,
Her life would never be quite the same.
In early years she guided my life;
Days full of joy, very little strife,
Raised up with kind words and a Bible,
When things got dull, she sang a revival.
Teenage years brought days of tears;
Broken hearts and boyfriend fears,
Mother settled them with only a smile,
Then she’d say, “It’ll be ok in a while”
As I grew in age I knew her well,
I knew her advice was a clear as a bell,
I went my way but took all her advice,
I’ve applied to my own more than once or twice.
My mother is gone to her heavenly home;
My heart breaks but I know I’m not alone,
One day when Jesus decides to come back,
I’ll join the ones on that heavenly track.
When I pass through the gates of pure gold;
Again I’ll see friends from days of old,
In a great mansion sitting in her chair,
Softly singing and brushing her hair.
I’ll know at once that she is my mother;
I’ll know because it surely could be no other,
I’ll run and hug her and kiss on her hair,
I’ll know in my heart she’d been waiting for me there.
{written3/6/06}
