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By annamarie schmidt
05/05/05
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“A Compassionate Women”

She stood by us all in days gone by.
Her strength is felt by
those around her.
Her smile,
radiates kindness,
compassion,
and strength.
Though her hands were bent,
and
seemed painful to touch.
It was then that she would touch you.
Her feet, toes bent,
swollen, sore,
would carry her, carry even you.
Her body,
oh how I know would ache her so,
and yet,
she would forget her pain,
help you to remove yours,
and continue on again.
Her strength amazed me.
Her spirit never diminished.
She always told me,
“There’s something for you to learn, and you’ll learn it the rest of your life, learn it well!”
She never complained,
nor would she cry,
when her body ached her so.
Yet,
should she cry, it was out of fear, that her time had ran out,
she’d say, “Is this all I have to learn here? Is this all that life is about?”
But she knew, no now is not the time.
“I’ve things to do, me and this old body of mine.”
Children to hold, tears to wipe,
nightmares to chase away,
deep in the night.
Prayers for the homeless,
sick, young and old.
Friends yet to meet,
some she brought closer to God.
Others,
she helped to release their anger towards God,
and embrace Him.
She cradled her first born daughter Carole, when her grandson died.
And cradled her once again,
when her husband took his last breath.
And again, once more,
when Carole’s time drew nearer to God.
In her time,
my mother had lost her husband,
her daughter,
her first born great grandson,
sisters, and a brother.
She was left all alone.
No, you see she has God.
But,she cried then, as we do still now.
Yet she held all,
and showed,
strength, compassion,
and still, she carried on.
As we shall.
Or shall we?
We need to remember,
we need to hear her…..
So listen, and listen closely.
Each of you, for she feared not
her coming day.
But we still need to listen, she still has so much to say…..
Which will be remember,
my children, by you?
Will you remember the moments,
golden and bright?
Will you remember my hands as they wiped away the tears….
Will you remember me,
even before my golden years?
My sons,
Can you remember the day of your firstborn son,
as in his mother’s arms he lay?
God’s precious angel to us He gave.
For a moment of love, from God above
before He took your son away?
The tricks we played?
The laughter we shared?
My daughters,
Can you remember how proud
we were as parents,
as you walked down the isle in white….oh so very bright?
My daughters so, your children,
they are your life.
They will carry you, so listen, pray, and teach them above all of,
Our Heavenly Father Who is in Heaven……
My child,
The writer of my life, your words will inspire to keep me alive.
My golden haired babe,
My dearest child, in your heart I’ll always be…
I am never far away,
whenever you need me.
Can you all remember the walks we had.
The times we shared,
happy or sad?
The troubles we shared,
the tears we cried,
will you remember the words I taught you in bed at night?
Our Father whom art in Heaven.....
hands clasped, eyes closed tight,
and with a child’s delight,
wondering what tomorrow might bring?
I know my children, all whom I love,
never forget, never fear,
I await you,
as I stand with God above.

EFLS
In memory of my mother,
a true gift from God.

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