Missing You Mama

Dear Mom,

Tomorrow it will 5 years since you left this earth and went to your heavenly home.  The pain is still real.  I don’t talk about it much, but it is my way of dealing with the heartache.  When I think about you, the tears come.  I miss you so much it hurts.  What I wouldn’t give for one last hug, one last smile, one last kiss, one last laugh.  What I miss the most are the phone calls, from a couple a day to six or seven a day.  You were my first phone call in the morning and my last at night.  I miss my shopping buddy, my best friend, my encourager, my comforter, my prayer warrior, Nana to my babies, my hysterically funny mama.  I have so many memories of us together and that I am grateful for.  I had you in my life for 64 years and you will forever be in my heart.  I will never forget the last moments I had with you holding your hand, waiting for Jesus to free you from the pain and suffering.  I will always be eternally grateful to God for allowing you to be my mama.  The words from this poem seemed to fit exactly what you were to me.  I only hope I can be half of the woman you were, a woman who loved God, who loved her family and who showed Christ's love to others.   I love and miss you mama!!

 

                                                                    A Godly Mother

A Godly mother is a treasure

A gift more precious than gold

Her children rise up and call her blessed,

That we might live joyful, Godly lives

In a troubled world of strife.

Her heart is like his holding us close

No matter how far we roam,

And her arms are always open wide…

To forgive and welcome home.

 

Her hands are busy molding our lives

From the moment we are born…

Planting seeds, loving, disciplining,

Even when weary and worn.

Her feet are always careful to go

Where her child can follow there…

How could we thank our mother enough

For her tender loving care?

A Godly Mother fervently prays

For that child she loves so much,

For she knows the fruit of her vineyard…

Depends on the Master’s touch

And in high esteem do hold.

Her love is like that of our Savior

Who sacrificed his own life…