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How do I honor you, Mother, no longer here on earth ?
How do I give your life value, dignity and worth ?
How do I tell you Mother, that I miss you every day?
How do I say you are with me in so many different ways?
I do not stand at your graveside with tears of grief and despair.
Your legacy is far better, and I know you know I care.
1 comfort myself in the knowledge that love I was able to give, so your final years were not lonely, but a witness of courage to live.
I honor you today, dearest Mother, by doing the things that you taught.
To be out in the world loving others, sharing joyfully life as we ought.
I feel you are ever beside me, whispering, “all will be well.” But, so often I long to go to you with some family secret to tell.
Mothers are uniquely special tied eternally to our hearts, and we shall remain close in spirit, though, for now, death has torn us apart.
The above poem was written by Joan Pruiksma of Warrenton.
In case you have not looked at the calendar, I want to remind you, this Sunday, May 13, is Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day is in honor of the best Mother who ever lived.
When you are a mother we are reminded daily this is the most important job we will ever havie. There is no greater responsibility than to be there and listen to our children. We are the ones they will learn to love and trust. We win our children’s respect by our
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