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May 7, 2004
POEM: Mother of Mine
Though since we've parted in time, You're always the Mother of Mine. Mother of Mine who'd always take the time, To answer every question And make me feel fine. Only that sweet look you gave, Filled with wisdom and compassion, Could be similar to the special love, And mercy the Lord had for you. As your own, so much a part of you, I am blessed to have shared all of a lifetime with you. Now, quite difficult to explain how I miss you, Dear Mother of Mine. "It's all in God's hands," you used to say, The Lord has guided us to goodness; His words are clear and straight on the line. Praise be to the Lord, dear Mother of Mine. - Carol A. Rivenburgh |
