A Song for My Mother
How I Love Her
by SRW
As the tired sun falls down
Long shadows lace the ground
And I wander to a time long passed away...
Dim evenings years since passed
Since my youth, long gone alas!
‘Twas a time my mother kissed all fear away.
Do I still see her dear face there
In the shadows near the chair
Where she held me close to sing me fast asleep?
Her quiet melody;
A special song she sang for me
In a tone so low, and slow and ever sweet...
Now time has long since flown.
Here am I alone
Only pondering the joy of long ago
When shadows held no fear
For me, with Mother near.
How I loved her, and I wonder... did she know?
October 22, 1987
revised 11 October 1999
I sang to my mother as she lay upon her death bed. It was a tender, sweet and spiritual experience for me. How grateful I am for those moments beside her bed to say good-bye. Many of my written works, through the years have been inspired by my mother. Mom's great work in this life was family history.
Keys to the Gate
by srw
30 Dec 1999
White robes flowing,
Faces glowing
With the joy and peace
Obedience brings.
Enter we slowly
This place high and holy
And soon fly nigh to Him
On Angels’ wings.
We look to sky
With the spirit’s clear eye
And see them
All gathered to wait--
Waiting for ever
For our lives’ endeavor
That they might have
Keys to the gate.
As I was born to my mother when she was 40 years old, I had the blessing of being raised by someone who knew when to worry and when to relax. Very few things were a 'big deal' with her. That has been beneficial to me in raising my own children. I came into this position already geared to 'not sweat the small stuff.' There is something to be said for having children when you're older... not that one should put off having children...but, as an 8th child in a family of 8 kids, I can attest to the benefits of having a more mature and experienced mother.
Look Back...Look Forth
by srw
2002
Looking back... she sees clearly
all the wrong turns she made.
Looking forth... she sees more clearly now
the road she must take.
Looking back... she remembers the laughter
of her small children now grown and gone away.
Looking forth... she hears laughter on the doorstep
as the next generation comes piling in for a moment.
Looking back... she was foolish at times...
and naive.
Looking forth... she has wisdom of years
and experience to guide her hands.
Looking back... she was beautiful of face and form,
and drew the attentions of many surface seekers.
Looking forth... she possesses a magnificence of character
that shines forth from deep within her soul,
drawing to her, like a magnet, people who are searching
for good in this world and finding it...in her.
I pray the Lord will help me to be the kind of mother in whom those seeking good in this world might find it. I pray that, as outer beauty fades, a magnificence of character might shine forth from deep within my soul to touch and, with love and gentleness, draw my children toward me for all of the days of my life and into the eternities.
I pray my Father in Heaven will help me not only to love this life, as I do... but to live it well.
I will miss my mother. Now I must remember to sing her songs to my own children and grand-children, that they may know her and love her, as well.
by SRW
As the tired sun falls down
Long shadows lace the ground
And I wander to a time long passed away...
Dim evenings years since passed
Since my youth, long gone alas!
‘Twas a time my mother kissed all fear away.
Do I still see her dear face there
In the shadows near the chair
Where she held me close to sing me fast asleep?
Her quiet melody;
A special song she sang for me
In a tone so low, and slow and ever sweet...
Now time has long since flown.
Here am I alone
Only pondering the joy of long ago
When shadows held no fear
For me, with Mother near.
How I loved her, and I wonder... did she know?
October 22, 1987
revised 11 October 1999
I sang to my mother as she lay upon her death bed. It was a tender, sweet and spiritual experience for me. How grateful I am for those moments beside her bed to say good-bye. Many of my written works, through the years have been inspired by my mother. Mom's great work in this life was family history.
Keys to the Gate
by srw
30 Dec 1999
White robes flowing,
Faces glowing
With the joy and peace
Obedience brings.
Enter we slowly
This place high and holy
And soon fly nigh to Him
On Angels’ wings.
We look to sky
With the spirit’s clear eye
And see them
All gathered to wait--
Waiting for ever
For our lives’ endeavor
That they might have
Keys to the gate.
As I was born to my mother when she was 40 years old, I had the blessing of being raised by someone who knew when to worry and when to relax. Very few things were a 'big deal' with her. That has been beneficial to me in raising my own children. I came into this position already geared to 'not sweat the small stuff.' There is something to be said for having children when you're older... not that one should put off having children...but, as an 8th child in a family of 8 kids, I can attest to the benefits of having a more mature and experienced mother.
Look Back...Look Forth
by srw
2002
Looking back... she sees clearly
all the wrong turns she made.
Looking forth... she sees more clearly now
the road she must take.
Looking back... she remembers the laughter
of her small children now grown and gone away.
Looking forth... she hears laughter on the doorstep
as the next generation comes piling in for a moment.
Looking back... she was foolish at times...
and naive.
Looking forth... she has wisdom of years
and experience to guide her hands.
Looking back... she was beautiful of face and form,
and drew the attentions of many surface seekers.
Looking forth... she possesses a magnificence of character
that shines forth from deep within her soul,
drawing to her, like a magnet, people who are searching
for good in this world and finding it...in her.
I pray the Lord will help me to be the kind of mother in whom those seeking good in this world might find it. I pray that, as outer beauty fades, a magnificence of character might shine forth from deep within my soul to touch and, with love and gentleness, draw my children toward me for all of the days of my life and into the eternities.
I pray my Father in Heaven will help me not only to love this life, as I do... but to live it well.
I will miss my mother. Now I must remember to sing her songs to my own children and grand-children, that they may know her and love her, as well.
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