TRIBUTE TO
MOM
I once read a poem called “no
tears for me.”
I thought at Mom’s funeral,
how could that be?
I know life was good for both
she and Dad,
But death must make everyone
feel very sad.
Then I thought to myself,
death is not the end.
It is a new beginning,
perhaps never to end.
Death is not a foe, but an
inevitable adventure,
If we do not to Satan, our
souls indenture.
We should recall our Mom with
a smile and a grin,
The tall proud lady, with
gray hair, ----thin,
Who would give her all for her
family on earth?
And worried for the “little ones”
from their time of birth.
We all loved her and she
loved us in return.
She has left this earth now,
to Dad to return,
To a glorious reunion which
is past the grave.
For those left behind, we
must be brave.
This old world of ours in the
land of the dying,
She leaves us mortals sad,
lonely and crying.
The next step, where she is,
is the land of the living,
Where many others will meet
her, with their love giving.
Her rocker is quiet, her
needles are still.
She lived her life with a
very strong will.
She took care of others her
whole life through.
Small acts of kindness, she
did continually do.
As death comes, we complete
our mission in life.
We remember the good times
and not the strife.
Death opens up the doors of
immortality,
I hope Mom and Dad will be
there to greet me.
Our shell which we leave in the grave so cold
Is not really us, or so we
have been told.
Our soul has arisen, too much
greater heights
We will walk with our loved
ones in Heavenly Lights.
Carnations and roses will
come from friends this day.
Sometimes flowers show to
others what we cannot say.
Mom was a jewel, she did even
sometimes glow.
What we did not expect was
for her to go.
It is as natural to die as it
is to be born,
And those left behind will
always mourn.
But we can all meet again, in
our Heaven above,
If we live our lives right
and are full of love.
Many await us in the glorious
hereafter.
Mom has met Dad and they are
both full of laughter.
The meeting was joyous and
happy above
When Mom met our Dad and her
family with love.
Dad was waiting for Mom, and
they now wait for us
Whether we get there or not
seems to be up to us.
The way has been opened and
in Heaven they wait
It is up to us, to use the
keys and open the gate.
By W.R. Baldwin
11 Feb 1993
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