As I was going through some old photographs for my webpage albums, I ran across a poem I had written for my mother years ago. It was written to the tune of "What a Friend We Have in Jesus."
What a friend we have in Mother Who all our secrets share We should never keep things from her Tell her all and she'll be there
Oh what tender love she gives us When in sorrow or dispair Tell her gently, whisper softly She will listen, she'll be there
When you're sick and cannot labor And there's nothing you can do Call on Mother she will help you God will bless her, that is true
She will clean and do the dishes She will tend your babes with care If she finds you cold or hungry Do not worry, she'll be there
Day by day as she grows older She's the family's guiding star Don't forget the prayers she taught you You may need them bye and far
Though her hair has turned to silver send her flowers sweet and fair Drop a card or send a letter She'll be waiting, she'll be there
When her eyes have closed to slumber Gently kiss her icy brow Fold her hands upon her bosom She will rest in Heaven now
When your days are dark and dreary And your cross is hard to bear Do not let your memory fail you Think of her and she'll be there
