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Saturday, 10 May 2008 |
IF ROSES BLOOM IN HEAVEN
By Louise Burgess
If roses bloom in heaven
Then Lord, please hear my plea
Place a bunch in Mama’s arms
And tell her they’re from me.
Tell her how much I love her
I can almost see her smile
Then put your arms around her
And hold her for a while.
For roses were her favorite flowers
When she lived down here below
She’d spade and weed and water them
You could almost see them grow.
I recall the day You called her home
I thought it wasn’t fair
And I cried myself to sleep at night
Cause Mama wasn’t there.
I remember the songs she sang to me
As she softly brush my hair
And how she’d kneel beside my bed
To hear me say my prayers.
Oh, how she loved to sing in church
In her clear sweet Irish voice
Her voice stood out above the rest
It would make your heart rejoice.
Now that Mama’s there in heaven
It’s more beautiful to view
And since she can’t be here with me
I’m glad she’s there with You.
So in that great land of beauty
Which nothing can compare
Lord, save a big red rose for me
For soon I’ll join you there.
Mama
By Lana F. Anguiano
She's been good a long time
But every Mother's Day I remember her
And I cry for the one that I called Mother.
For her life on Earth was full of many hardhips and sorrow
And because she was a poor person.
She was denied many things and that hurts because she loved pretty things.
I remember how proud she was of the cheap perfume and bouquet of wildflowers that I gave her every Mother's Day.
Someday, I would promise her that I would giver her a dozen roses and some good perfume.
She would just smile her sweet smile and say there are just fine.
Mama died before I ever got to give her the roses or perfume
But my heart knows that she really was proud of the cheap little gifts that I gave her because they came from my heart.
My House
By Lana F. Anguiano
My house was given to me by a very special person one Mother's Day years ago.
My house is truly beautiful for it's painted by favorite colors.
There is a yard full of grass and pretty flowers.
On hot days I have a little pond in my yard that I can sit by and catch a cool breeze.
On cold winter days I have a fireplace that I can sit by and get warm on the coldest of days.
My house has lots of windows to let the sunshine in.
My house is very special to me for it was a gift from a little boy, my son, who asked me “What do you want for Mother's Day, Mama?”
I told him that I wanted a house to call mine.
He just smiled and as I got busy cooking our summer I noticed that he had got out his drawing paper and Crayolas and was very busy drawing something.
A short time later as I stood at the stove cooking our supper
I felt a tug on my blouse and when I looked down my little 5-year-old boy stuck a picture in my hand ans said “Here's your own house, Mama.”
And as I looked at my house I couldn't help but cry, for love made him draw that house for me.
The picture of my house hangs in a place of honor on my wall and whenever I look at it, I smile, for I do, indeed, have a house to call mine;
And it's truly priceless to me, as is the one I call my sunshine...
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers young and old the world over.
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 13 May 2008 )
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