Today is the anniversary of my Mom’s death – always a sad and reflective day for me.
It occurs to me, that I don’t believe that I’ve every blogged about her. Even though she’s been gone for 17 years and my life is dramatically different than it was back then, not a week goes by when I don’t think about her.
This year, I thought I’d share a few photos and a poem written by one of her favourite poets, Helen Steiner Rice.
Mothers Never Really Die – They Just keep House Up In The Sky
Death beckoned her with outstreched hand
And whispered softly of ‘an unknown land’
But she was not afraid to go
For though the path she did not know
She took Death’s Hand without a fear
For He who safely brought her here
Had told her He would lead the way
Into eternity’s bright day
And so she did not go alone
Into he ‘valley that’s unknown’
She gently took death by the hand
And journeyed to ‘the Promised Land …
And there, with step so light and gay
She polishes the sun by day
And lights the stars that shine at night
And keeps the moonbeams silvery bright …
For Mothers really never die,
They just ‘keep house up in the sky’ …
And in the heavenly home above
They wait to ‘welcome’ those they love
Helen Steiner Rice
I miss you Mom!