the sage advice and childhood tales you shared when we were small.
The details now are sketchy, but how I loved to hear
how things were when you grew up and hardships you endured.
Mama, I remember, you made your own lye soap.
When life was cruel, you kept your cool, and kept us fed and clothed.
“It stays outside,” was what you said, when a stray dog we brought home.
Then you were first to bring him in, and offered him a bone.
How I wish I’d written down, your wisdom and your wit,
the ways of old, the tales you told, how winners never quit.
“Stand up straight. Clean your plate. Wash behind your ears,
Do your best. Life’s a test. God hears all our prayers.”
I might forget some things you taught about life and growing up,
but I won’t forget your patience or your love.
We knew that all was well, when you tucked us into bed.
God is watching over us…It’s true, cause Mama said.
I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote some time ago about the memories of my Mom. With Mother’s Day coming up, and if your Mom is still alive, I hope you take time to remember the good things and let her know how much she is loved. The sound of your voice is sometimes all it takes to brighten up her day. Even in the agony of being crucified, Jesus’ final act was to remember his Mother and see that she was cared for.
John 19:26 When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold thy son.” 27 Then he said to the disciple, “Behold thy mother.” And from that hour that disciple took her into his own home.
May you all enjoy a blessed and happy Mother’s Day!