Memories of the times you stayed up Late when I had a fever: I remember the wash cloth You would place on my fevered brow ... All along, saying, "This is will make you Feel much better, my precious daughter." Then, you would leave the room, So softly, as not to wake me. I knew you were there, Mom! And, how I wish those memories Would last forever. But, the Lord has called you home. Now, we're left with memories, Memories of dreams you had for each of us ... How, each night you prayed For the Lord to bring us a good life ... And prayed for each of us to live Our lives according to the Lord's will ... Memories of a child who chased after you, Trying to catch you. Mom, I could never catch you. But, the memories are so precious. We miss you, Mother. But, we know how you longed ... To walk those streets of gold, Right now, your home with the Lord. And, we're left with Precious memories of you. I went through the photo album, today, Mom, And came across an old photo of you. It's yellowed with time. But ,the memories it brings back are full Of a mother who loved her children. We're all grown now, Mom, Having children of our own, and All you prayed to the Lord for Has came true. We have lived our life's for the Lord And raised our children to love God. Thank you, dear Mother, for the precious Memories you have left within our hearts ... And, someday, we'll all be together; Walking along the streets of gold, Chasing each other, once again, And looking upon the Saviors face. With Love, Your Children

© 2002 Tammy S.

In loving memory of Mother March 6th 1924 to March 21st, 2002

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