Mothers’ Day 2011

May 7, 2011 at 03:16 | Posted in Carnival of Genealogy, family history, memories, Spiritual Walk | 2 Comments

As many of you know my mother has a difficult time the last two months combating a broken femur/hip that needed surgery, then a heart cath and stent, and that followed by small bowel surgery. At her age, recovery is slow and her energy levels are low. But through it all she worries more of others and how she is causing them problems rather than dwelling on herself. So while I wrote this a while back for her, I think too of all the moms out there – and with all of the manmade turmoil and natural disasters, I pray for all of you!

This shows my mom (left standing) with most of her siblings when all were still living. Most were either ordained minister/missionaries or married to one or active laypersons in their church! What a glorious legacy they have all left for my generation!

I Am My Mother’s Daughter

I am my mother’s daughter

Sitting at her knee

Too young life’s twists and turns to see

Now young and yes so strong

Easily lost in the throng

Holding ever so tightly to her hand

Anxious to be off exploring all the land.

I am my mother’s daughter

Walking by her side

This is the day long awaited

I’ll be my intended’s bride

No longer very young, still strong

No longer lost in the throng

Holding ever so tightly to his hand

Anxious to meet the future we plan.

I am my mother’s daughter

Sitting now next to me

Proudly holding her grandchild for all to see

No longer young nor strong

Seeing in her grandchild only perfection, non wrong

Holding ever so tightly to the tiny hand

Anxious to share a life so grand.

I am my mother’s daughter

Sitting now at her knee

She’s now so very far from young and not strong

Eager to be a part of the angels’ throng

All life twists and turns able to see

Holding so tightly to my hand

Tells me again of His Plan

She’s read to the end of the bible story

He’s awaiting her in Glory

The angels too her await

Soon she’ll be at heaven’s gate

It’s not the ending to this life

Always full of fear and strife

It’s only the beginning

To eternal life so bright

Full of joy, and no more night.

©Bonnie DiCrocco 2007