Ah, Mother

Ah, Mother

You cradled me in your body

Nine months long

You held my hand with love

Until I learned to walk on my own.

You taught me about life

And how to find my way

You introduced me to your God

A Friend, Who would care for me

So that I could have hope

When life and time parted our ways

And I had to face your dying day.

Ah, Mother

I now walk on my own

But I carry the strength you gave me

When you told me of the God, Who loved me

And because of that, I can be strong.

Ah, Mother

Because of the love that you've shown me

Each smile I give or each kind deed that  I do

Precious, I share with this world

A little bit of the sunshine that was you.

And now that I'm grown

With children of my own

I teach them the melody of you

So that they, too can learn to sing

The essence of your song.

So man, woman, boy or girl

If your mother still graces

This time side of life

Don't just wait for Mother's Day

But love and treasure her

Like the jewel that she is

While you can still feel her

Tender touch and warm embrace

And she is only a "hello" or phone call away.

 

The poem above is one that I composed this morning in memory of my Momma, Lula M. Carr. And yes, just as the poem says, her melody sings to you with each blog that I post.

You should not wait until next Sunday; go ahead and start today. This Sunday morning, if possible, surprise your mother with a visit to the worship and act upon her slightest whim. Trust me; you will be glad you did when her life wattage has gone dim.

 

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because My Momma Taught Me to Love God and He Said to Love You, Too,

Alma L. Grateful Carr-Jones