I wrote this poem for my mother in law last year, she was like a mother to me we were very close. Today I would like to dedicate it to her once again along with her sister Delice, my aunt who I was also very close to. I have many beautiful memories of the both of them that will last a lifetime. These two ladies loved the Lord and loved life and I know one day we shall meet again. Both of these gems were taken from us on April 16, 2008 in a tragic way through a car accident, they died at the scene. I hope you people don't mind the length of the poem, I just felt I must put it out as Mother's day is just around the corner. Today I believe My birth Mother, my Maman, and my Tante Delice are together. Thank you for letting me share this poem in the Pages..
Maman, you’re the smile
that brightens up your children’s hearts,
You’re the one who gave
each of them their very first start.
You knew how to put band aids on the best,
and your skirt wiped their tears,
You’ve been their tower of strength
thorough out the years.
Soiled clothes and scuffed knees,
you became so accustomed to everyday,
You were the queen of work and worry,
and the epitome of love in every way.
You kept the midnight oil burning Maman,
until all were safe in bed,
You stood for hours baking and cooking,
so all of your family could be fed.
You managed to make the holidays a treat
and fun to celebrate,
Cooking and planning with precise momentum
you were never late.
With a gentle kiss you’d heal a soul,
and you gave hugs for comfort too,
You’d lift a broken spirit when
it’s a storm they were going through.
At the close of day you would bring
your children up in prayer,
Knowing they were safe and sound,
in your heavenly Fathers care.
When illness tried to take you Maman,
you had faith and endured,
God knew your children needed you,
and thus you were cured.
You were God’s gift Maman,
placed in your children’s lives to love and nurture,
Your unconditional love and care,
gave them hope and a brighter future.
Even though you don’t receive the praise
you’re so deserving of most of the time,
Your love for us is with out conditions
and you really don’t seem to mind.
So often Maman you are also the last one,
to be thanked and yet from the start,
You are the first to be remembered,
in all of our hearts.
Neither occupation nor responsibility
or title nor position in life can ever,
Hold a candle to the role God gave to you Maman,
the gift of being Our Loving Mother.
We love you our most Precious Maman,
and we truly pray,
You’ll be blessed many blessings
that you can’t contain them, on this Mothers Day.
© A Rose Garden Collection Author Debbie R. Forest Dowling Ont. May 13, 2006
Love Your Son Ralph & Daughter in Law Debbie