I think about the old homestead
The place where I was raised.
The dusty roads so long ago
Oh, how I miss those days.
The golden sunsets on the farm
The scent of fresh cut hay.
The rippling fields of corn so green
Would take my breath away.
Lazy days of summer bliss
A stroll down wooded lane.
A canopy of stars at night
The smell of country rain.
The precious home where I grew up
Has crumbled to the ground.
Nothing left but barren weeds
Where once, my life was found.
No mother left to fill the void
Of things that used to be.
The one I cherished in my heart
Is now a memory.
On Mother’s Day next to her grave
The years just melt away.
Her lovely face, I can now see
She holds a sweet bouquet.
Thoughts of home just disappear
Oh, hear Hosanna sing!
My mother dwells in Beulah land
She’s wearing angel wings.
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My Mother Is Special Because...
She is precious, and always has a kind word whenever I need it. She has always been there for me when it seemed that my world was falling apart. She raised me with so much love. She is the reason I am who I am today. She is my best friend - not just my mother. She is there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on, and she is there when I need someone to laugh with. She means the world to me and I love her very much!
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY - MOM!
WITH SO MUCH LOVE! TONYA
(from my daughter)
"By You I have been upheld from birth;
You are He who took me out of my mother's womb.
My praise shall be continually of You."
Psalm 71:6 NKJV