A Mother’s love is too beautiful,
She’s lovely in every way,
Out of her heart blooms a Godly love,
Which blossoms virtue each day.
Look on the face of a Mother’s love,
Behold the brilliance of light,
Glowing is God’s precious treasured gem,
Life’s beauteous pearl pure white.
A Mother’s love’s unconditional,
Lifting up for God’s favor,
Thus blessings flow through given children,
Love’s gentleness they savor.
See the beauty of a Mother’s love,
Love’s sweetness is in her smile,
Warm eyes well over with happiness,
Sweet gifts she has for a while.
A Mother’s love’s heavenly in life,
Beauteous Love from beyond,
God inspired repose blends with her heart,
Poised in preciousness to bond.
Fragrance sweet imbues A Mother’s love,
Heaven's purest Rose so lives,
From God her life is never ending,
Loving the Lord she too gives.
©Sondra McPherson
August 18, 2004
The following Poem I
wrote myself in honor of my Mother
Memories
In my little red pajamas, my mother held me and
stroked my hair.
As she sang to me sweetly and rocked me in her
chair.
A memory created for this lifetime.
In our matching green dresses, off to Church we
went.
Those green dresses she made with her hands
were worth
Way more than any money spent.
A memory created for this lifetime.
In my white wedding gown, my mother adjusted my veil
And brushed my hair from my cheeks.
We then took in those last moments before the music, quietly,
As not to speak.
A memory created for this lifetime.
In my new pink hospital gown, my mother sat next to me and
cried.
It was tears of joy for my firstborn who laid at my side.
A memory created for this lifetime.
In her blue pajamas, I held my mother tight. For I knew it
Wouldn’t be long till her soul would take flight.
For angels in white would soon come to carry her home.
And with all my memories I would be left alone.
A lifetime of memories left with me. Beginning with being held
And rocked in my little red pajamas at the age of the three.
Now, her mother rocks her in heaven, you see.
And when my life on earth is over, and I join my mother again,
Dressed in robes of white, we’ll both be….
As my mother once again rocks me…….
Not a memory, but ETERNITY.
Written by (c) Karen McClane 2005 and chosen by League of American Poets
Society.
 
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