Mother

(Some items about under “Father” might be adjusted for use.)

Any wife with an inferiority complex can cure it by being sick in bed for a day while her husband manages the household and children.

Advice to mothers: Unless you deliberately set aside a little time for regular relaxation, you will not be able to efficiently care for your family. So, plan to relax a minimum of an hour every ten years.

Him that I love, I wish to be free–even from me. — Anne Marrow Lindbergh

Attention mothers: If you want a few minutes alone and undisturbed–do the dishes.

There is a biological reason children don’t have children after 50.–They might forget where they put them.

An ounce of mother is worth a ton of clergy. — Ray Cross

What is a Mom?
A mom is one of life’s best gifts, 
Someone to treasure all life through,
She’s caring and loving,
Thoughtful and true,
Someone who is always a special part of your life,
Someone who holds a prime place in your heart,
She’s a mentor, a confident and also a friend,
Someone on whose love you can depend.
A mom always has your best interests at heart,
She’s someone so dear and so good,
She’s a blessing, she’s a gift,
She’s a treasure like no other,
She’s someone that is truly wonderful.
Wherever you go, and whatever you do,
A mom’s love will always see you through,
A mom is truly invaluable,
Indispensable and unforgettable.
I wouldn’t want anyone but you,
And that’s why I’m so grateful,
that life picked you for me.

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If roses grow in Heaven
Please pick a bunch for us,
Place them in our Mother’s arms
And tell her they’re from us.
Tell her we love her and miss her,
And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
We do it every day,
But there is an ache within our hearts,
That will not go away.

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The Magic of a Mother’s Touch
There’s magic in a Mother’s touch,
and sunshine in her smile.
There’s love in everything she does
to make our lives worthwhile.
We can find both hope and courage
Just by looking in her eyes.
Her laughter is a source of joy,
her works are warm and wise.
There is a kindness and compassion
to be found in her embrace,
and we see the light of heaven
shining from a Mother’s face.

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If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.

Tell her I love and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.

Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.

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Where Mommy Is
I’m glad I know where Mommy is

Since clay was lain in dust,
She took the Lord; so she is His,
That blessed name to trust.

The flesh lay down, so worn and tired,
And then the struggle ceased.
The blessed frame we loved expired
So the soul could be released.

The Spirit of him that raised up Christ
Shall make that frame anew.
In our redemption greatly priced,
Is resurrection true.

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TO MOTHER
Always serving, always there,
Burden-bearing, sharing care,
Anytime and anywhere–
Mother

Time can race, and time can crawl
Or hang heavy like a pall
Time can go no place at all–
Nurse

Though you’re sleepy, need to act.
Wakeful now? Feign sleep with tact.
Self’s own choices must retract:
Handmaid

Pick up, clean up, put in place,
Here, not there, the other space
Fight the clutter, but with grace–
Housewife

“That’s your wish? That’s what we’ll do.”
“Don’t like this? We’ll start anew.”
“Now you’re happy. Goal’s in view!”
Servant

Peeling, washing in the pan,
Cooking, boiling, make a plan
Of things to tempt and please this man:
Chef

Kisses, pats and hugs and such
Loving words, and warming touch
Caring most and praying much:
Wife

Maybe this seems all in vain,
Never finished, always strain
Still it’s practice all to gain–
Heaven

What He wants in Heaven above
You will always do with love
Willing heart like a gentle dove–
Angel!
–Grace MacMullen

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LITTLE MOTHER MINE
Little mother, mother mine,
The Lord has welcomed you
From out this space which we call time
To Heaven’s bliss beyond the blue.

Little  mother, mother mine,
What thrill it must have been
To lift your eyes, your voice gave sign,
“The Heavenly Father I have seen”.

Little mother, mother mine,
What joy it was to come
And hear your Saviour’s voice divine
Saying, “Welcome, welcome home”.

And Dad, I know that he was there,
Dear little mother mine,
With him and others you now share
The joys of Heaven sublime.
M. Grace Eno

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Remember the singing,
Remember the laughter,
Remember that beautiful smile,
Remember grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches, and peanut butter cups,
Remember the smell of freshly baked cookies, pies and homemade stew,
Remember how she adored each one of you in her own special way,
Remember that she is with your father right now as she had wished,
Remember to take that special love that you always set-a-side for your Mother and give
it to your brothers and sister right now because they need the strength,
Remember that both your parents now live on in your hearts,
Remember that this is what Mom would have wanted.

Remember…..

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MY MOTHER
Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sang sweet lullaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My mother.

Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
To love God’s holy Word and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My mother.

Oh no, the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My mother.

When thou art feeble, old and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed for–
My mother..

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WHAT IS A GRANDMOTHER
A grandmother is a lady who has no children of her own, so she likes other people’s girls and boys. A grandfather is a man grandmother He goes for walks with the boys and they talk about fishing and tractors and like that. Grandmothers don’t have anything to do but be there.
They’re old, so they shouldn’t play hard or run. They wear glasses and funny underwear and they can take their teeth and gums off.
It is better if they don’t typewrite or play cards except with us. They don’t have to be smart, only answer questions like “why dogs hate cats and how come God isn’t married.” They don’t talk baby-talk like visitors do because it is hard to understand,
When they read to us, they don’t skip pages or mind if it is the same store again. Everybody should have one, especially if you don’t have television. Because grandmas are the only grownups who have got time.
–written by a third grader

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A mother’s face, a gentle smiling face,
Radiating with an inner grace;
No longer young in years, but youth was there
Unbridled in the strength that shown
Through eyes that grief and pain had known,
And rested like a crown upon her hair.
Her brow, unfurrowed in its peace
Was like a benediction in release
From vain regrets and hunting useless fears.
Somehow the busy fruitful years
Had blessed with dignity. Serene and strong
She walked, her presence like perfume
To those who hungered for the bloom
Of hope, who longed to share her song
And joy and crown, for they were strangely
Knowing that her face reflected God.
–Viola Jacobson Berg

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A strong woman isn’t afraid of anything…but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear.
A strong woman won’t let anyone get the best of her…but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone.
A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future…a woman of strength realizes life’s mistakes can also be unexpected blessings and capitalizes on them.
A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face…but a woman of strength wears grace.
A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey…but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.

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The Magic of a Mother’s Touch
There’s magic in a Mother’s touch,
and sunshine in her smile.
There’s love in everything she does
to make our lives worthwhile.
We can find both hope and courage
Just by looking in her eyes.
Her laughter is a source of joy,
her works are warm and wise.
There is a kindness and compassion
to be found in her embrace,
and we see the light of heaven
shining from a Mother’s face.
Anonymous

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My Mother Kept A Garden
My Mother kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
She planted all the good things,
That gave my life it’s start.

She turned me to the sunshine,
And encouraged me to dream:
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem.

And when the winds and rains came,
She protected me enough;
But not too much, she knew I’d need
To stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example,
Always taught me right from wrong;
Markers for my pathway
To last my whole life long.

I am my Mother’s garden,
I am her legacy.
And I hope today she feels the love,
Reflected back from me.
— Anonymous

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The Mother
There will be a singing in your heart,
There will be a rapture in your eyes;
You will be a woman set apart,
You will be so wonderful and wise.
You will sleep, and when from dreams you start,
As of one that wakes in Paradise,
There will be a singing in your heart,
There will be a rapture in your eyes.

There will be a moaning in your heart,
There will be an anguish in your eyes;
You will see your dearest ones depart,
You will hear their quivering good-byes.
Yours will be the heart-ache and the smart,
Tears that scald and lonely sacrifice;
There will be a moaning in your heart,
There will be an anguish in your eyes.

There will come a glory in your eyes,
There will come a peace within your heart;
Sitting ‘neath the quiet evening skies,
Time will dry the tear and dull the smart.
You will know that you have played your part;
Yours shall be the love that never dies:
You, with Heaven’s peace within your heart,
You, with God’s own glory in your eyes.
Robert Service

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A Mother’s Love
A Mother’s love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.
Helen Steiner Rice

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Irish Funeral Prayer
You can only have one mother
Patient kind and true;
No other friend in all the world,
Will be the same to you.

When other friends forsake you,
To mother you will return,
For all her loving kindness,
She asks nothing in return.

As we look upon her picture,
Sweet memories we recall,
Of a face so full of sunshine,
And a smile for one and all.

Sweet Jesus, take this message,
To our dear mother up above;
Tell her how we miss her,
And give her all our love.

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What is a Mom?
A mom is one of life’s best gifts,
Someone to treasure all life through,
She’s caring and loving,
Thoughtful and true,
Someone who is always a special part of your life,
Someone who holds a prime place in your heart,
She’s a mentor, a confident and also a friend,
Someone on whose love you can depend.
A mom always has your best interests at heart,
She’s someone so dear and so good,
She’s a blessing, she’s a gift,
She’s a treasure like no other,
She’s someone that is truly wonderful.
Wherever you go, and whatever you do,
A mom’s love will always see you through,
A mom is truly invaluable,
Indispensable and unforgettable.
I wouldn’t want anyone but you,
And that’s why I’m so grateful,
that life picked you for me.
— Anonymous

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For all the times you gently picked me up,
When I fell down,
For all the times you tied my shoes
And tucked me into bed,
Or needed something
But put me first instead.

For everything we shared,
The dreams, the laughter,
And the tears,
I love you with a Special Love
That deepens every year.

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Thank You Mom
Your smiles can brighten any moment,
Your hugs put joy in all my days,
Your love will stay with me forever
And touch my life in precious ways…

The values you’ve taught,
the care you’ve given,
and the wonderful love you’ve shown,
have enriched my life
in more ways than I can count.

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In Memory Of My Mother
You were a precious gift from God above,
so much beauty, grace and love.
You touched our hearts in so many ways,
your smile so bright even on the bad days.
You heard God’s whisper calling you home,
you didn’t want to go and leave us alone.
You loved us so much, you held on tight,
till all the strength was gone and you could no longer fight.
He had called your name twice before,
you knew you couldn’t make him wait anymore.
So you gave your hand to God and slowly drifted away,
knowing that with our love we will be together again some day.
Mary Estelle

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Mothers Are The Sweetest
Our mother is the sweetest
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.

She’s not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower
And trees to choicest fruit.
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,
Our freedom and our past.
With her we launch our daring ships
Yet keep the things that last.
— Nick Gordon

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She is Gone
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
David Harkins

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Angel Moms
We have shared our tears and our sorrow,

We have given encouragement to each other,
Given hope for a brighter tomorrow,
We share the title of grieving mother.

Some of us lost older daughters or sons,
Who we watched grow over the years,
Some have lost their babies before their lives begun,
But no matter the age, we cry the same tears.

We understand each others pain,
The bond we share is very strong,
With each other there is no need to explain,
The path we walk is hard and long.

Our children brought us together,
They didn’t want us on this journey alone,
They knew we needed each other,
To survive the pain of them being gone.

So take my hand my friend,
We may stumble and fall along the way,
But we’ll get up and try again,
Because together we can make it day by day.

We can give each other hope,
We’ll create a place where we belong,
Together we will find ways to cope,
Because we are Angel Moms and together we are strong!
Judi Walker