A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER

Within the temple of my heart, there is a lovely pictured face

So deeply etched by memory's pen that time and tide cannot erase

This face I see within my dreams,

Her soft brown eyes, her smile so dear

When in the arms of sleep,

I drift back to my happy childhood years.

I hear her read the Word of God,

I kneel beside my little bed,

I feel her blessing as she lays her gentle hand upon my head.

I was so young when she went home,

I we wondered why she had to go.

How death could strike our little home,

And take the one we needed so.

But yet, I would not now recall her,

Back to earth, she is at rest.

And some sweet day we'll understand,

Just why God's way is best.

But as the months and years roll on,

Within my heart her memory glows.

And in that home of peace and love,

I feel my mother sees and knows.

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