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YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
The other nite, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Written by Jimmie Davis and Charles Mitchell;
Copyright 1940 and 1977 by Peer International Corporation.
THE BOUQUET
I saw her in the distance
As she was kneeling down to pray.
Tightly clutching a bunch of flowers
That she brought for Mother's day.
The sun was just arising
Casting shadows on the ground.
As she cried there at the headstone
There was no one else around.
She arranged the flowers in the vase,
Blew a kiss from her trembling hand.
Then she turned her eyes to heaven
Saying "Please help me understand."
I watched as teardrops trickled down
And fell upon her lone bouquet.
I knew that she was hurting
So I gently wiped her tears away.
She shuttered when she felt my touch
Because she thought she was alone.
So I wrapped my arms around her
Right there at that granite stone.
I heard her sigh and saw a smile
Appear on her tear stained face.
She was glad that I had joined her
At this final resting place.
She stared fixated on the stone,
The proof her child no more remains.
Her lips whispered what was engraved
As she sadly read... my name.
© 2007 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Published
Summer 2011, Volume 26 No. 05
LIVING WITH LOSS magazine
Bereavement Publications, Inc.
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumber your loving watch keep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep!
© ~ Elizabeth Akers Allen
PAIN IS THE PRICE
A young girl labored to give birth
Not so long ago, one day.
To bring her son into this world.....
Pain was the price she had to pay.
When she gazed upon his tiny face
All pain vanished from within.
Her pain no longer lingered.
She was with her little man.
He grew so fast, the years went by
Then off to school he went.
Her pain came back, a different kind,
Caused from a heart that's bent.
As time went on his mother found
That this pain too will pass.
Just by the glow upon his face
As he told of his day in class.
There were many times he struggled
Through illness and unfairness of life.
It pained her so to see him hurt.
He shouldn't have such strife.
He learned to deal with illness,
And forgiveness was in his heart.
She saw his unconditional love
And her pain began to part.
Then one day school was over
And her little man was grown.
Her pain returned the day he left
To set out on his own.
He worked so hard and did the things
That made his mother smile.
Her pain had vanished once again.
He was happy for awhile.
Then one dark and lonely night
God took him from her hands.
Her pain came back, an unknown pain
That she could not understand.
She knows her son is waiting.
They'll walk hand in hand someday.
But until the day they reunite.....
Pain is the price she has to pay.
© 2002 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations
That is known as the children's hour.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
THOSE HANDS
Those little hands that clutched my finger,
When you were just a baby boy,
Those gooey hands that touched my face,
And somehow gave me so much joy.
Those dirty hands that made their mark,
Upon the walls and upon my heart,
Those busy hands that worked with love,
To make that special Mother's Day card.
Those talented hands that filled my ears,
With music that came from your soul,
Those excited hands that took control,
Of the wheel at sixteen years old.
Those gentle hands that comforted me,
When life was too much to bear,
Those strong hands that held me close,
When it seemed that no one else cared.
Those cold cold hands that I warmly touched,
When your body was absent of life,
Those spiritual hands that call to me,
As I dream of you all through the night.
I'll never forget those hands of yours,
The ones that made my life worth while,
I'll reach out to hold them again,
When I've finished that last weary mile.
© 2005 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Three words fall sweetly on my soul,
As music from and angel's lyre,
That bid my spirit spurn control,
And upward to its source aspire;
The sweetest sounds to mortals given
Are heard in Mother, Home and Heaven.
© William Goldsmith Brown
I'VE SEEN AN ANGEL
"You say you've seen an angel?"
My friend asked me today.
Without a hesitation, "Yes,
I have seen one," I say.
He said, "What does she look like?
Is there a halo and some wings?"
"No", I replied quickly,
"She doesn't have those things."
"She does have, the warmest smile,
And is loving like no other.
"I ought to know," I said,
"for this angel, is my mother."
author unknown
There is only one pretty child
in the world ,
and every mother has it.
© Bridge
How sweet are the thoughts
that fill my heart today,
dear mother of mine!
Memories that stand
in the mist of the years,
Fadeless, enduring
forever.
author unknown
Mother, you carved no
shapeless marble to some high soul design,
but with a finer sculpture
you shaped this soul of mine.
© Thomas Fessenden
As I approached the door
about nine o'clock in the evening,
I heard my mother engaged in prayer.
During her prayer she referred to me,
her son away, God only knows where,
and asked that he might be
preserved in health to return
and comfort her in her old age.
At the conclusion of the prayer
I quietly raised the latch and entered.
I will not attempt to describe
the scene that followed.
© President James Garfield
Is nothing in life
ever straight and clear,
the way children see it?
© Rosie Thomas
We live in the present,
we dream of the future,
but we learn eternal truths
from the past.
author unknown
A picture memory brings to me:
I look across the years
and see myself beside
my mother's knee.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
When you are a mother,
you are never really alone in your thoughts.
You are connected to your child
and to all those who touch your lives.
© Sophia Loren
Who takes the child by the hand,
takes the mother by the heart.
Danish Proverb
A child's spirit is like a child,
you can never catch it by running after it;
you must stand still,
and, for love,
it will soon itself come back.
© Arthur Miller
She broke the bread into two fragments
and gave them to the children,
who ate with avidity.
"She hath kept none for herself," grumbled the Sergeant.
"Because she is not hungry," said a soldier.
"Because she is a mother," said the Sergeant.
© Victor Hugo
Wherever a true mother goes,
home is always round her.
Only the stars may be over her head;
the glowworm in the night-cold grass
may be the only fire at her foot,
but home is yet wherever she is.
© John Ruskin
The moment a child is born,
the mother is also born.
She never existed before.
The woman existed,
but the mother, never.
A mother is something
absolutely new.
© Rajneesh
Who ran to help me when I fell,
and would some pretty story tell,
or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
© Jane Taylor
What is home with none to meet,
None to welcome, none to greet us?
Home is sweet, and only sweet,
Where there's one we love to meet us.
© Charles Swain
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