Mother's Gift
Night of meteor shower, week of eclipsed moon
I can hear you sigh and whisper, from another room.
The crackling of the fireplace, each breath you draw in
Shallow beating of your heart, soft voice from within.
I can hear your restlessness, in the dark of night
Struggling to sit up in bed, or humming a sweet lullaby.
I can hear the rosary beads, move within your hand
As you pray for HIM to take you, to HIS heavenly land.
I can hear you calling out, for someone who is there
Just the knowing we will answer, comforts all your fears.
Sometimes I hear you weeping, wiping away the tears
Knowing you are leaving us, the pain your children will bare.
When your journey is completed, I will remember this
You have been a treasured blessing, we will sorely miss.
Caring for you is such a gift, worth it's weight in gold
Now I know I can make it, your spirit has taught me so.
In Loving Memory of Our Mother whose courageous battle with cancer peacefully ended on January 14, 2004
Author: Lucille 2003
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I can hear you sigh and whisper, from another room.
The crackling of the fireplace, each breath you draw in
Shallow beating of your heart, soft voice from within.
I can hear your restlessness, in the dark of night
Struggling to sit up in bed, or humming a sweet lullaby.
I can hear the rosary beads, move within your hand
As you pray for HIM to take you, to HIS heavenly land.
I can hear you calling out, for someone who is there
Just the knowing we will answer, comforts all your fears.
Sometimes I hear you weeping, wiping away the tears
Knowing you are leaving us, the pain your children will bare.
When your journey is completed, I will remember this
You have been a treasured blessing, we will sorely miss.
Caring for you is such a gift, worth it's weight in gold
Now I know I can make it, your spirit has taught me so.
In Loving Memory of Our Mother whose courageous battle with cancer peacefully ended on January 14, 2004
Author: Lucille 2003
All poems are protected & copyright