A Mother’s Love…
A mother’s love will never die,
Her job is never through.
A mother never shuts Both eyes,
She’s always seeing you.
On earth perfection that she sought;
Seemed never to achieve.
No matter perfection never wrought,
At death, you Still will grieve.
Her wisdom in life; a fleeting thing,
Grows stronger when she leaves.
For Heaven gives her worlds of thought,
To comfort all your needs.
So speak to her of all your fears;
Of all your favors, too.
She Still listens with Both ears,
To what is troubling you.
Her summer’s breath will dry your tears
And make them go away,
When you think of her and know she loved
You more and Still today.
In Loving Memory of Lisa (Gane) Harrison
April 25, 1966 – March 18, 2010
By: Kimberly J. Gane ©2010