This page is dedicated to my Grandmother,
Hazel Brand and to all who knew and loved her.
"Come to Me"
Author Unknown
Mom, God saw you were getting tired
and a cure was not to be......
So he put His arms around you and whispered,
"Come to Me".
With tearful eyes I watched you,
and saw you pass away.
Although I loved you dearly....
I could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands are now at rest;
God broke my heart to prove to me
He only takes the best.
What do Angels look like?
You can ask me, for I know...
I had an angel come to me
A long, long time ago...
She welcomed me with open arms,
And loved with open heart;
And promised that, no matter what,
We'd never have to part.
Well, Angels keep their promises,
For mine is always there -
To encourage and to understand,
To comfort and to care.
She's never very far away,
And, now that I am grown,
I am sharing with my Angel
Little Angels of my own...
And when my earthly Angel
Walks the Earth with me no more,
I'll never need to wonder
Just what more God has in store...
Long after she has done her job
Among all living things,
She'll forever be an Angel -
But one who's got her wings...
So, what DO Angels look like?
You'll know one when you see...
Angels come in many forms...
But she looks like MOM to me.
Copyright 1998 by Wendy M. Whiton
A Mother has a Rainbow Heart
Author unknown
Red is for caring in thought, word and deed
Orange is for helping each child in need
Yellow is the sunshine and joy that she lends
Green is the life that she nurtures and tends
Blue is devotion ... lasting and true
Violet is love ever given anew
There's no end to the treasure a Mother's heart holds
For a Mother possesses a heart of pure gold.
Mother
By Thomas J. Langley
When you need someone
to stand beside you,
Mom is near ...
When you need someone
to hear your troubles,
She will hear ...
When you need someone
to share your burden,
She will share ...
When you need to know
that someone loves you,
Mom is there.
M-O-T-H-E-R
By Howard Johnson (c. 1915)
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell
"MOTHER"
A word that means the world to me.
The Images of Mother
Author Unknown
4 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE ~ Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE ~ Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE ~ That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE ~ Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE ~ Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wish I could talk it over with Mom
BEAUTIFUL HANDS
Ellen M. H. Gates
Such beautiful, beautiful hands,
They are neither white nor small;
And you, I know, would scarcely think
That they were fair at all.
I've looked on hands whose form and hue
A sculptor's dream might be,
Yet are these aged wrinkled hands
Most beautiful to me.
Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
Though heart were weary and sad
These patient hands kept toiling on
That the children might be glad.
I almost weep when looking back
To childhood's distant day!
I think how these hands rested not
When mine were at their play.
Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
They're growing feeble now,
And time and pain have left their mark
On hand, and heart and brow.
Alas! alas! the nearing time -
And the sad, sad day to me,
When 'neath the daisies, out of sight,
These hands must folded be.
But, oh! beyond the shadowy lands,
Where all is bright and fair,
I know full well these dear old hands
Will palms of victory bear.
When crystal streams, through endless years,
Flow over golden sands,
And where the old are young again,
I'll clasp my mother's hands.
GOD DIDN'T MAKE PERFECT MOTHERS
Author Unknown
"May I go now?" the almost completed, eager mother asked.
"Not yet. There are essential parts and finishing touches to be added," her Maker replied.
"I look pretty good to me," she said, peering into the crystal pool at her feet.
"True, you're looking better all the time. But bear with me."
"What does a mother have to do, God, besides wash, feed, and clothe little bodies?"
God only smiled and continued working.
"What are you doing now?" the curious mother-to-be questioned.
"Tightening your anger valve. If this doesn't work, everyone is in trouble."
She watched as He reached for the container marked patience.
"And what do I need patience for?" she asked as He poured in quite a supply.
"After a week you will know, my child."
"And whatever could that be?"
"This is your bypass mechanism. It enables a mother to operate efficiently for long periods of time without compliments from her children."
"I'm sure I won't need that."
"I'm sure you will."
Then God reached for a bundle labeled insulation against loud noises.
"You can skip that," she told him. "I don't mind a little noise."
"That's nice," He said.
Seeing all the energy He was preparing to give her, she shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. "I wouldn't need all that energy in a million years.
"Little you know. You will use all of this and be begging for more before long."
"I didn't know there was so much involved in being a mother. You're not just putting me on, are you?"
"No, little mother."
With much apprehension, "Are you sure I can handle the job?"
"Quite sure...with help. I'm always available when you need me."
"I'm glad to know that. What could I possible need all these for?"
"A certain amount of pain, so that you will be fully equipped to sympathize with and minister to the needs of your children when they feel pain; tears, so that you will be able to cry with them when they are hurt; and laughter to blend with theirs for happy times."
The mother-in-waiting fidgeted while God attached yes and no buttons. "Wouldn't it be nicer just to say yes to my children all the time?"
"Definitely not. Good mothers need to say no--and often. Say it with kindness and they will respect you for it."
"Have you Equipped me with this thing called kindness, Lord?"
"I have Indeed."
"And what about respect? Do I have to respect my children?"
"Absolutely."
The anxious mother tried to be patient as God installed a question answerer, advice giver, get along without sleep, and a pretender not to notice.
"I know I wouldn't use one of those!" she said, as God came toward her with a let-go lever.
"Sure you will, though it's hard. This is a vital piece of equipment. Until this little lever is released, your children will not have room to grow properly, make their own decisions, or develop their own personalities."
"I guess that is important."
God stood back a few steps to appraise His work, then reached for a coat of love and wrapped it around her. "Wear this at all times, and you'll be a good mother."
"Am I ready now, God, to get on with the mothering bit?"
"You can go now," God said gently. "You're not perfect, but you will do."
~~~WHY MOTHERS CRY~~~
Author Unknown
"Why are you crying", a young boy asked his mother.
"Because I'm a woman", she told him.
"I don't understand", he replied.
His Mom just hugged him and said
"And you never will, but that's ok".....
Later the boy asked his father
"Why does mom seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason", was all his dad could say.....
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why mothers cry.
So finally he put a call to GOD
and when God got back to him,he asked,
"God, why do women cry so easily?"
God answered....."When I made women,
I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet made her arms gentle enough to give comfort.....
I gave her the inner strengh to endure childbirth and the rejection
that many times will come even from her own children.
I gave her a hardiness that allows her to keep going
and take care of her family & friends
even when everyone else gives up,
through sickness and fatique without complaining".
"I gave them the sensitivity to LOVE their children
under all circumstances,
even when their child has hurt them very badly.
This same sensitivity helps themto make a child's boo-boo feel better
and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears
I gave them a tear to shed.
It's theirs exclusively~~~to use whever it's needed.
It's their only weaknes.
It's a tear for mankind".
MOTHER
YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME
Larry S. Chengges
Mother, you brought me up so lovingly,
with so much thought and care,
and set a fine example
that I'm always proud to follow,
You did the things that counted.......
things I'm thankful for today.
You have always given so unselfishly........
the values you've taught me,.
the sacrifices you've made for me
have all contributed to
make my life happy and full.
You helped me and encouraged me
to do my very best,
preparing me and showing me
the way to handle problems in life.
And when things weren't working out
and I was very worried,
you cheered me and inspired me
to make a new beginning.......
You understood and gave me hope
as no one else could do.
Mother, in a world of uncertainty,
nothing means more than knowing
your love and loyalty only grow stronger.
