In Memory Of Mother - Poem by Patricia Kelley
Mother's a soft delicate creature, with loving arms always ready to catch me; in Angel's wings.
Never letting me fall,
She hears my call.
Soothing my soul with sweet lullabies, mother sings.
Mother holds me when I cry, making my world so much better.
Mother is always so clever.
She knows when I'm happy, sad or broke.
She's like a faithful oak.
She tries to heal my brokenness,
Offering cookies and hope,
She disciplines me, when I'm bad.
Leading me towards right direction,
Giving me correction,
She's the sweetest and fairest among, all mothers.
Mother's the one that became my first companion and friend.
Mother's the one that became my first teacher.
Teaching me to read and how to do math,
Mother bought the best books.
She had the prettiest looks.
Mother's the one that painted the prettiest pictures decorating our home.
Her colorful pictures of landscapes and flowers, and animals took me places sitting at home.
Mother's the one that became my first coach, coaching me to take that first step.
Stepping until I learned how to run,
Running to catch me in her warm loving arms,
Arms as soft as pillowing clouds:
Clouds where sweet lullabies were sung,
Sung with a voice that sounds like gentle raindrops falling from a soft breeze, gently landing on swaying bluebonnets; dancing beneath the peeping sunrays.
Sunrays that filled my young heart with joy and gladness:
Gladness feeling the sun from all sides of a Mother's love,
Loveliness that taught me that beauty was so much more than skin deep,
And taught me how to love and be loved.
I love you mom!
In Memory of Jeanne Kriegel
September 30 1925-May 6,2010
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