My first post at Passions, with a few modifications for Mother's Day.
A gentle wind blew across the land,
Reaching out to take a hand,
For on the winds the angels came,
Calling out a mother's name.
Left behind, the children’s tears,
Loving memories of the years,
Of joy and love, a life well spent,
And now to God, is a mother sent.
With saddened heart, a child's farewell,
Regrets of love, one forgot to tell,
A mother whispers from above,
“It is not words that shows one's love."
As flesh departs, deep sorrow's pain,
But a mother's love, ever shall remain,
Inside each child, a mother lives,
For of herself, a mother gives.
While children weep and dirges play,
Ever shall her memory stay,
Within the hearts of those she bore,
A mother’s love, forevermore.
As a mother lays in final slumber,
Always shall her child remember,
A loving soul; angelic face,
Embodiment of perfect grace.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight,
The journey home, towards the light,
To those who weep, a life is gone,
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.
[This message has been edited by Tim (05-11-2003 02:04 PM).]