A GODLY MOTHER

I met her in my younger days

When I was nine or ten .

But she had grace enough for me

To notice even then .



I still recall her gentle ways

That made this world seem bright .

And I just knew if she was there

God's will would make things right .



She worked each day from dawn till dusk

To clean and darn and cook .

Her children just went on their way .

What ere she gave , they took .



But they were all the joy she knew .

She revelled in their success .

For they were what she came to do ,

Make sure they had no less .



She took the youngest by the hand

And carried one with her .

Then guided each as they walked home

A trek they did endure .



She did the same on Sunday morn .

Each time in joy or tears .

And when her children left their home ,

Alone she walked for years .



I saw her once beyond the years

That most might live and die .

And called on her to see if she

Was well as I passed by .



She slowly rose from her soft chair

And said , how I had "grown."

I asked if she had need of me

She seemed ," to be alone ."



"Oh no ," she said . "I've company .

For he'll be in that chair ."

But as I turned away she said ,

"The Lord , he sits right there ."



So I just smiled and waved goodby

The final time for sure .

I heard she died that very night .

God savors lives so pure .



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