And here are two pictures of mom as I remember her, one very plain as the working housewife I remember and the other prettied up a bit but both of them lovely as she was.
In Loving Memory
I know the
loving hand remains
To urge me on, to ease my pains,
Sustain my friends, confound my foes.
I know the
loving heart enfolds
Me closely still and gently holds
Me when my
stumbling steps may stray
Off the straight and narrow way.
The wise and
loving mind still guides
Me with the wisdom that provides
Direction to
each thought and deed
And comfort in my hours of need.
A mother’s love
will never die
And so I do not need to cry.
I only have to
reach to find
That loving hand and heart and mind.
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