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"A mother holds her children's hands for awhile....but their hearts forever."


(Beloved Wife, Mother, Grandmother and Great-Grandmother)



When Mom Edwards passed away, family members in Colorado, Kansas, Missouri and Texas
began, and continue to this day, the tradition of lighting (all at the same time)
a candle to honor her on Christmas day.

This page is dedicated to her spirit, which lives on in her family
and is represented in the flame that will go on
as long as someone lights another Christmas candle.





She gave me life and in her arms
she pressed me to her breast;
she nourished me with motherís milk
so I would have the best.
She soothed me with sweet lullabies
and rocked me off to sleep,
then tucked me snugly in my crib
with prayers that God would keep.

She coaxed me on to my first step,
applauding my success;
then when I fell she eased my hurt
with care and tenderness.
First day of school she walked with me
and softly calmed my fears;
she guided me throughout my teens
and often dried my tears.

With words so wise she taught me well,
correcting me when wrong;
with love she molded me to be
responsible and strong.
Through all of this she cleaned and cooked,
she canned and baked and sewed;
her precious hands were never still,
she trod a busy road.

When my time came to leave the nest,
she smiled through tearful eye,
then gently nudged me to the edge,
assured me I could fly.
When my kids came I turned to her,
and her advice I heeded.
She never tried to interfere,
but she was there when needed.

One mournful day I said goodbye
amid a somber haze,
but death could not destroy her love;
it will endure always.
Of all the angels in Godís realm,
she glows above the rest.
Someday I know that she once more
will fold me to her breast.

Copyright © 1999 Ruth Gillis





There is no love, like a mother's love,

no stronger bond on earth...
like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.

A mother's love is forever strong,
never changing for all time...
and when her children need her most,
a mother's love will shine.

God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one...
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they've done.

When her days on earth are over,
a mother's love lives on...
through many generations,
with God's blessings on each one.

Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love...
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.

"We miss you, Mom!"


Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free,
I'm following the path God has laid you see.
I took His hand when I heard His call,
I walked with Him and left it all.

I was not to stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found the peace at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joys.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts, and peace to thee,
God wanted me now,
He set me free.

Author Unknown


In my Father's house are many mansions:
If it were not so, I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come again, and receive you unto myself;
That where I am, there you may be also.

John 14:2-3