To My Mother with All of My Love


My mother has gone--a journey, a wonderful journey indeed--
but before my mother left this earth she planted five tiny seeds.
Each seed represents one of her daughters
that she gave life; now they all are married,
they are mothers, they are wives.
Our mother did her best to raise us strong and true
and I want you to know dear mother, oh, how much I miss you.
You were there when we were seedlings,
when we were just starting to grow,
and you tried to teach us everything that we would need to know.
Your smile is warm like the sunshine,
your touch as soft as a rose;
the scent of your perfume
hangs on the wind as it blows.
At times I want to talk with you
and give you a loving embrace.
I want to stand before you
and see your smiling face.
Your seedlings now are grown
with seedlings of our own
and I know you still watch over us
from that very special place,
for one night as I lay sleeping
I felt an angel touch my face.

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