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| There Will Never Be Another Could Ever Take the Place of My Mother She Was My Everything... I Love You and Miss You Mom xox |
| I was only 23 years old when I lost My Mother, but what is even sadder...she was only 45. I wrote this poem for her for Mother's Day 1977... she died 10 days later. |
| My Mother passed away in 1977... I Miss Her Everyday!!! |
| To the Dearest of Mothers To the dearest of Mothers There are no words to say... How much I Love You and Care. There are no special phrases... No verses in time To express all the feelings we share. To the Dearest of Mothers There is no way to know How many tears you have shed. There is no way of saying how sorry I am... For the unspoken life I have led. To the Dearest of Mothers There will never be time... In a lifetime lived over again. To express how I Love You And to show you my shame, For causing you sorrow and pain. To the Dearest of Mothers On God's good, green earth... There are none that will ever compare For the love you have given so freely to me... And the dreams and the memories we share. B.P. |
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| One year later on Mother's Day 1978 I wrote this poem to My Mother... |
| Dear Mamma Dear Mamma, they say You can't hear me today. But Mamma, I think that You can. I want You to know, That I miss You so... Even though I don't quite understand. If there is a Heaven, I know that You're there. And if there is a God, I know that he'll care. Mamma...please don't forget me. Dear Mamma, they say That You've gone far away. But Mamma, I know That there's more. I want You to see That it's sure hurting me... Even though I don't quite understand. And if there are Angels, I know that You're one. If there is a new life, I know You've begun. Mamma, please don't forget me. Dear God, hear me praying... Please hear what I'm saying. Dear God, I believe that You can. Take care of My Mother, For there is no other. And I know, that You must understand. B.P. |
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| Much of what I learned from My Mother, I realized too late to let her know. She Loved Completely,With Her Whole Heart. She was the most Caring, Giving person I ever knew and although we were poor and she went without much...she made sure that we never went without. Because of My Mother, our lives were filled with riches that no amount of money could ever buy. I Love You Mamma and I Miss You Everyday xox |
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| Mom Her hands are old and tired. Her eyes hold back the tears. She raised me from a baby, For sixteen lonely years. I caused her dissapointment, And she never turned away. And though I haven't told her... There is much I want to say. I Love her more than living. She treated me so good. And I want to make her proud The way I know I should. The wrinkles in her forehead, I know I put them there... Because when I was younger, I didn't really care. Her heart must hold a million memories, Many tears she must have cried. And I'm so, sorry now... I never knew how hard she tried. Mom, I want you now, to understand... I know I've made you wait. But you have to know..."I Love You" Even though I know it's late. B.P. |
| Mom...I'm Sorry I gazed at her with tear filled eyes... She didn't seem to realize... How very much she meant to me... As she laid her hand upon my knee. She lay in bed, so frail and weak. I asked her please, not to speak. But she went on, as if to say... That God had wanted it this way. I held her close...the end was near, And in my heart I felt new fear. For she has done so much for me... Why, so late, that I should see? She looked at me...then closed her eyes And whispered low, "Honey, Good Bye." I can not wait...she has to know... How very much, I Love Her so. I threw my head upon her chest And tried to tell her in my best. "I'm Sorry Mom, for all you see... I guess I meant to much to me." B.P. |
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| Why God Made Mothers God knew there should be Mothers To hear each infants cry. To pat away the little tears That fill a baby's eye. To watch and guide His little ones And keep them safe from harm. To offer them the comfort Of a Mother's sheltering arm. God knew there should be Mothers To hear a child's first word. To listen with attention... When a child's voice must be heard. To keep up with the daily round And do the thousand things That mean the reassurance Such a loving presence brings. God knew that each and every child Needs someone close each day To help them out ~ to cheer them up At home...at school...at play. To teach them how to share this world With sisters and with brothers ~ And so, in His great wisdom... God created Mothers. Jean Kyler McManus |
| My Friend I sat a moment, deep in thought... I thought about my life. The kind of person that I am... Her Mother and His Wife. I felt that I had lost Myself... My own identitiy. I felt I had no goals to reach... No personality. I bent my head a moment... And said a silent prayer. I wondered if God heard me... "Lord, Are You still there?" I didn't know where to begin... I let my my mind run wild. It wondered back through many years... To when I was a child. And all at once I knew... That God was listening to me. For I saw my Mother standing there... Looking proudly back at me. She was Always There to comfort me... She Gave until the end. She Filled my Life with Love... My Mother, was my Friend. Thank You Lord, for hearing me... Thank You for my Life. Thank You for this gift...I am... Her Mother and His Wife. B.P. |
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| Thank You... For Always Being There |
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| The Lord is My Shepard |
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| This Page is Dedicated to My Mother I Love Her with All My Heart and I Miss Her Everyday |
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