Carol Elene Jewkes
My mom passed away three years ago today and I'm dedicating this post to her.
I love you, mom, with all my heart. You will always be in my thoughts and I will never forget you. Here is a blog that our family made in her honor along with some poems that speak from my heart. I did not write them, but found them and wanted to share what's in my heart.
I love you, mom, with all my heart. You will always be in my thoughts and I will never forget you. Here is a blog that our family made in her honor along with some poems that speak from my heart. I did not write them, but found them and wanted to share what's in my heart.
Always with you...
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,
she's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore,
she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well,
she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep…
the colors of a rainbow,
she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion...
happiness,sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger,
helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...
and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home,
and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you.
She's always with you...
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,
she's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore,
she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well,
she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep…
the colors of a rainbow,
she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion...
happiness,sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger,
helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...
and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home,
and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you.
She's always with you...
Your memory will never grow old...
In my home there is a photo,
of a face more precious than gold.
And to those who love and lost you,
your memory will never grow old.
Today I look at your photo,
at your face so loving and true.
No wonder my heart is breaking mom,
losing a mother like you.
But each day you walk beside me,
and when my life is through.
I pray that god will take my hand,
and lead me straight to you.
In my home there is a photo,
of a face more precious than gold.
And to those who love and lost you,
your memory will never grow old.
Today I look at your photo,
at your face so loving and true.
No wonder my heart is breaking mom,
losing a mother like you.
But each day you walk beside me,
and when my life is through.
I pray that god will take my hand,
and lead me straight to you.
1 comment:
I love those poems! I'm sure your mom was a wonderful mom and you know we always take after our own mother which I'm sure you're walking in her own footsteps. I'm so sorry about your mom, just remember the good times and write them down so your kids will know her just like you did.
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