JAN 1989
It’s that special time of year
When
we honor our mothers
And
think of all the things
That
make them so dear.
That special smile, sweet voice,
That
warms your day
And
the knowledge that they
Are
there always for you in every way.
Sweet
memories from childhood,
How
she cared!
Watched
over you,
And
all your triumphs and troubles shared.
Washed
your ears;
Spanked
your bottom;
Doctored
your colds.
Made
you study your lessons,
For
your future, you were told.
Read
you stories, played games.
Proudly
dressed you for Sunday School
And
as a family unit off you would go
To
study God’s word, we all need to know.
Through
those teenage years
How
we struggled, put up a fight,
But
in the end, we knew Mom was right.
So,
Mom, we look at that
Glorious
crown of silver hair
And
wonder how many we put there!
Just
when you think maybe
Motherhood
chores have eased, are gone,
Along
come the children
With
the granddaughters and grandsons.
(God
Bless You – Happy Mothers Day)
Jun 6, 1989
As Father’s Day draws near
I
remember mine so dear.
I
think of all the things in the past,
All
the memories I have that last.
We
didn’t have a lot of money
But
that didn’t matter;
We
were rich in other ways.
We
had a gentle father that
Brought
music and laughter to us everyday.
The
stories he would tell,
The
time he rode the freights
From
California to Ohio;
The
people he met along the way.
His
childhood days at the home,
How
they lived, learned, and played.
He
never turned away
A
stranger at the door
Begging
for food any given day.
How
he loved to read
Everything
from papers to our schoolbooks.
How
we used to set around the supper table
Discussing
history and various things,
Made
you feel so close.
The
memory still makes my heart sing.
Yes,
Pop, you were special,
One
of a kind.
You
taught us the difference
Between
right and wrong,
Helped
us to grow strong.
We
had you for such a short while
But
I can still hear your voice
And
see that special smile.
Sometimes
I shed a tear or two
Because, Pop, I still miss you.
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