Sleep Mommy

Sweet smile on your face as you sleep the pain away, Resting in God's arms now, although in the ground your body lay.
He needed another angel in the Heavenly choir and that's why you had to go. As you promised, you are still with us watching your children here below.

I never would have imagined the end would be like this, me comforting you. Holding your hand, telling you not to worry was not an easy thing for me to do. And even in your weakest hour you tried to comfort me too, Caressing my face, and calming my soul as only a mother can soothe.

You have always been there through the thick and the thin. No matter what I've done, unconditionally you love never wavering.

When I told you of the mistakes I made and all the times people saw me fall You simply nodded and gently replied 'so have we all'.

The key to success is learning from the past Ensuring a brighter future is now the present task.

A pillar of strength even until the end

Fighting all life's battles, knowing it's triumphantly you would win

Pushing me to be the best that you know I can be. Reminding me to keep the faith and allow God to lead me.

Knowing it's through Christ that I can do all things. And as He never makes a mistake I will come through victoriously.

I miss you more than these words could ever say

The pain in my heart is from one unimaginable day. After I cried all that I could; my eyes still shed countless more tears. And when I try to sleep, I have nightmares of ten-thousand fears

I walk in footsteps on an unsure path

My load feels so heavy I am not sure I will last.

Silly though I may be I am afraid of life now that you're gone Because I've always had a mother.

And Mommy, what about my sister and baby brother. I wish you could have stayed just a little while longer, there's so much left to do I wonder if I prayed hard enough and if so, did they get through.

Finding relief in knowing I will see you again someday soon.

©  Kimberli A. Hardiman

Spending Christmas Without My Best Friend

Can you imagine that I will be spending my first Christmas without my mother? Oh mother, oh how I miss you.  I still remember those Christmas days, after church, we would get together for some laughs and a hearty meal, with some sorrel of course.  My mother loved to eat.  She had a huge appetite, not even sickness prevented this appetite.  If a decision was taken not to give her certain amount of food then she would surely voiced her disapproval.  Her favourite food was roasted breadfruit and pork.  These are memories of her I will continue to cherish and the good times we spent together.  Rest in peace, my mother.  I love you, but Jesus loved you best.

That Question! "How Is Your Mother?"

Can you imagine that people are still asking me this question, "How is your mother?" Every time I hear that, something moved within me because then I have to tell them that my mother died.  It is hard to believe that some people have not heard about the death of my dear mother. How long will that question continued to be asked?  I guess there is no answer to that because people are always migrating from one place to the next, some have lost contact with friends and loved ones, and some just do not keep up with current family matters.  But to tell you the truth, I welcome the question, and you know why?, my mother is remembered, still talked about and resting in glory.  No matter how far or near my people are, she will  always be remembered because of the fine qualities she portrayed and that welcoming smile she always displayed for everyone who came in contact with her.  Her name was one that could hardly be forgotten, so no one dared to ask, "what was her name again?" Oh no!
If my mother had enemies,  I am not sure  about that!   I don't know of any and if there were any, they were really good at hiding behind a mask.  I still remembered her smile, her laughter, that mischievous look in her eyes, and I remembered a mother who loved her children dearly.  See you in heaven mother!

A Visit To My Mother's Room

I finally gathered the courage and strength to return to my mother's bedroom after months of grieving.  The room looked just the same and everything was still in place.

The creme and beige lace curtains lined with floral material, made by her, still graced the windows which looked as though they were still in mourning.  Her clothes were still hanging in the  closet all wrinkle free. Among them were dresses that she never got the chance to wear.  I especially noticed those old bed slippers that she loved so much, a gift given to her by one of her sisters when she took her first visit to Canada.

Again, I say, everything was still there, but my mother was missing.

Two of my relatives and I spent hours going through her belongings.  Some made me sad, some made me glad, some made me smile,  and others made me laugh out real loud.

My mother could be classified as a bookkeeper, a secretary, a librarian and even as a photographer.  I found books that her children and grandchildren used from the first to the fifth grades, letters, bills and other paper works dated as far back as in the 1960's.  I saw photos and funeral programmes of people I never remembered existed in this life.  I could hardly believe it.  Some of the black and white photos were hilarious.  We really had a good laugh at some of the things we saw.  If my mother was there with us, she would have been laughing just the same.  We always had a good laugh at anything that was funny.

We put away most of her clothes for charity, but I kept some for myself.  I had to, and I will wear them until they fade away, just because they remind me of her, but in a happy way.

This day was a day long to be remembered.  My mother, rest in peace.

How can I Forget My Mom!

How can I ever forget my mom?  The one who toiled with me through thick and thin.  She gave up all, she sacrificed so much of her time and energy  just for me to have a life that she never had.  Though she is gone, my love and respect  for her will never falter.  There were nights when I thought we would go to bed without  dinner, but oh no, my mother would prepare some soul food that would leave us begging for more.  I  still miss her Christmas cake and sorrel.  These she would prepare every Christmas and the world could come and eat at her table because there was enough for everyone in the house, plus for extended families, friends and visitors. 

My siblings and I were never clothe less because she was always sewing that perfect suit for any occasion that arose.  Today, if I don't feel like buying a suit in a store I make my own clothes, thanks to my mother who gave me that inspiration. Yes, that was mainly her trade.  She sewed for children and adults in her community.  Her specialty was making uniforms for students, teachers and Secretaries.  The time came when she could no longer sew.  Her customers were so disappointed but they will never forget the lady with that God given talent.  There were those who could not afford to pay her, but my mother took delight in helping them out just the same.

I remembered this special case, when a parent told my mother that she could not afford to buy the white cotton material to make blouses to complete her child's school uniforms.  This was a combination of a white blouse and a blue tunic. My mother thought about it and came  up with the perfect solution, and at present I am still smiling about the idea.  My mother used a scrap of another customer's material to connect two white sleeves to the blue tunic with the addition of a white color and few buttons at the front to give the impression that a white blouse was under the tunic.  That parent was so elated and grateful. The child went to school for the term without anyone noticing that she was not in her prescribed uniform.  Yes, my mother was a genius, she was a people person and she loved her family. Mother, I will always remember you.

Sweetest Mother

She was a little old fashioned, that sweet mother of mine.

There are many whose beauty my mother's outshine

She was a little old fashioned as I plainly could see,

But she is forever the sweetest mother to me.

She was a little old fashioned, that sweet mother of mine.

Though even her plainness now my heartstrings entwine;

Other hands were whiter but none other so dear

For they smoothed my pillow for many a year.

She was a little old fashioned, she stayed closely at home;

So calm and contented although others roamed;

And in tender young childhood it was a shelter for me

And she who so graced it, dearest ever shall be.

She was a little old fashioned, but she was sweeter each day;

I adored  her plain features and her thin locks of gray;

But there is now glory around her, God abides it may be

And she is forever the sweetest mother to me.

Send Me Your Article Or Poem In Memory Of Your Deceased Mom.

Have you lost your mother? Do you have an article or a poem in memory of mom? Then subscribe by entering your email in the form provided at the bottom of this page and I will post it for you. I will send you an email address to upload your article or poem. Your email address will be treated in the strictest of confidence.

If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream, when memory recalls them now and then!  And with that rapture sweet my weary heart would beat, If I could hear my mother pray again.

She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely, And always walk the shining gospel way; So trusting still His love I seek that home above, Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.

Within the old home place, her patient, smiling face, Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer; And when she used to sing to her eternal King, It was the songs the angels loved to hear.

Her work on earth is done, the life crown has been won, And she will be at rest with Him above; And some glad morning, she I know will welcome me to that eternal home of peace and love.

A Home Can Be Beautiful

To have a beautiful home does not have to have a wonderful location, a panoramic view, an elaborate entrance, or fine landscaping.  It can be a modest apartment in town or a humble cottage in the country and still be lovelier than a royal palace.  It does not not have to boast expensive draperies, deep-piled carpets, or the latest electrical appliances.  Its furniture can all be hand-me-downs, or items picked up at a secondhand stores.  Chrome, tiling, and stonework may all be absent.  Yet it can possess a holy radiance beyond description.  This I have experienced with my mother.  For me, it was a humble home in the country and it was lovelier than a royal palace because it was manifested with harmony in God's love and I was fortunate to be also in the company of my grandmother and a host of cousins.  I remembered these precious words hanging on the wall:

"Christ is the Head of This House, 

The unseen Guest of Every Meal,

The Silent Listener to Every Conversation."

Therefore, God will be remembered last thing each night, when you lie down and first thing in the morning, when you rise.  Every home would be more beautiful with such a program.

Oh, I miss those days,  I miss my grandmother,  and I truly miss my mother.  Thank you ladies for a proper upbringing.  May your souls continue to rest in peace.

A Mother To The Other Mothers' Children

 My mother worked at a Dare Care Centre and there were times when she had to take home some of the children  because for whatever reason, the parents and guardians of the children were late in picking them up.  My dear mother, God bless her soul, had a double work to do because each evening she would have to come home and cook for her children and the children she brought home had to partake of our food.  She then saw to it that we did our homework, do our evening chores and we all sat together waiting for the arrival of these parents who were so late.  It was later in life, I wondered how she managed seeing us off to school in the mornings then went to work to take care of over twenty children and then came home in the evenings to take care of her five children  including those she took home.  Can you believe that there was never a time I saw my mother got angry at any of the parents?  It was amazing to watch her as they gave her the reasons why they were so late.  There was always this understanding look followed by a smile.  These children, who are now adults, respected her so much and refer to her as their aunt.  There were those who came back to look for her after many years. Now talk about the strength of a woman, the love of a mother.  That was why it was so hard for me to watch her day by day as diabetes took over her whole life which restricted her movement and took away her strength, and finally her life.

Keep resting my mother, you are now safe in the arms of Jesus.

The Strength Of One Woman
© Glorimar Fontanez

She played a different role in all our lives, a mother, a sister, and a grandmother, no matter what the love we have for her is one, ask anyone they'll tell you the same, she brought us joy when we had pain , the strength and love of one women held all of us together even more now then ever, she isn't physically here but we still feel her near in every step we take and every move we make, what she's giving to us no one can ever replace.

The Strength Of One Woman by
Glorimar Fontanez Dying Poems

Love In A Song

© Robert Charles Froste
Don't shed a tear or begin to
whimper, through the wind,
I am the endless whisper.

I lift the birds and push the waves,
fall to you in pouring rains.

I am forever with love and time,
close your eyes I'm not hard to find.
Love In A Song by Robert Charles Froste
Memorial Poems

Remembering Mother

I am thinking of visiting my mother's grave. As morbid as it sounds, I have really made up my mind to do so and to place a wreath on top of it. Day by day I am accepting the fact that she is really gone, but with an unwavering faith that I will see her again. I am still reminiscing the days we spent laughing and talking about every subject that you can think about. She was a tower of strength to me. My mother was always the one, when in our crisis, to say, "my child, God will provide." This I constantly heard while she took care of five children who had lost their father. In my mind's eye I still see her infectious smile, which was her trademark.

She always displayed a smile even in the most troublesome times. My confidant, my bona fide, my heroine, my mother, I love you and will always miss you.

How Much I Love You I Can't Say

How much I love you I can't say:
It's more than words can hold.
You're all at once my rich, red clay,
My potter and my mold.

Yours the words that shaped my voice,
The spirit within mine.
Yours the will that shaped my choice,
My fortune, and my sign.

How lucky I was to have had you
At the core of me!
Wise and good, you always knew
Just what I could be.

And so I came to be someone
Whom I could be proud of.
For this I give my swollen sum
Of gratitude and love.
Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

In Memory Of A Loving Mother

A day has not gone by when I don't think of you.
Do you think I am telling a lie? My Mother, gone too soon.
Oh where are you? Are you singing with the hosts?
Are you walking on streets of gold? Have you met your loved ones? Are you resting by the river? Are you finally at peace?
You are finally Home. A Home that is eternal
In your Savior's arms, no more to roam. Stay sweet with the Lord mama.
One day I will see you again.

Loss of Mother Poem

Now that I am gone,
remember me with smiles and laughter.
And if you need to cry,
cry with your brother or sister
who walks in grief beside you.
And when you need me,
put your arms around anyone
and give to them what you need to give to me.
There are so many who need so much.I want
to leave you something --something much better
than words or sounds. Look for me in the people
I've known or helped in some special way.
Let me live in your heart as well as in your mind.
You can love me most by letting your love reach
out to our loved ones,by embracing them and
living in their love. Love does not die, people do.
So, when all that's left of me is love,
give me away as best you can.

~ Author unknown

Terminal Illness- Death and Grief

No one likes to think about illness and death,
when we are well, we feel invincible and there
is nothing that can prepare us for the shock
and devastation of a terminal diagnosis.
The knowledge that we can no longer take our lives
or the lives we share with our loved ones for
granted takes away our ability to plan for the future
and removes hope from our lives. When a loved one
becomes terminally ill, we grieve in anticipation of
their death, we grieve for the loss of them
in our lives and we grieve for our own mortality.

For All That You Have Given Me

For all that you have given me,
I can return but love. For you
Bound up the wounds I did not see
And gave me hopes and passions new.
I can return but love for you,
Whose unmoved faith my heart did move,
And gave me hopes and passions new,
And loved me till I turned to love.
Whose unmoved faith did my heart move?
The mother of my heart, not blood,
Who loved me till I turned to love.
And I became the soul I would.
The mother of my heart, not blood,
Bound up the wounds I did not see.
And I became the soul I would
For all that you have given me.
Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

Her Life Was Not as Glorious as Some

Her life was not as glorious as some,
Devoted to her children and their children,
Taken up by quiet tedium:
What's left when dreams are scattered to the wind.
She loved too well, perhaps, and fought too hard
To make a marriage work that wasn't right.
She was, of all bright loveliness, a shard
Struck off to bring our lives the gift of light.
There are those whose lives are shaped by love;
Whose pleasures, rich and full, are found in giving;
Who make our wild hearts bloom and passions move
Into measured fields made lush by living.
Without her all the gold's gone from the day;
She will be missed far more than we can say.
Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

A Mother's Love Determines How

A mother's love determines how
We love ourselves and others.
There is no sky we'll ever see
Not lit by that first love.

Stripped of love, the universe
Would drive us mad with pain;
But we are born into a world
That greets our cries with joy.

How much I owe you for the kiss
That told me who I was!
The greatest gift--a love of life--
Lay laughing in your eyes.

Because of you my world still has
The soft grace of your smile;
And every wind of fortune bears
The scent of your caress.

Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

My Mother's Type 1 Diabetes

My mother's health deteriorated over a period of time due to type 1 diabetes, a disease in which the body does not produce insulin. This was a terrible ordeal for my mother because she had to learn to inject herself with insulin and to make matters worst she was so scared of needles and injections. Although she lived with this disease for many years, which affected her eyes and her feet, she eventually succumbed to this terrible disease after suffering a terrible stroke.
This left her speechless and the right side of her body went completely dead.
For seven long months she was given 24sevens care. She completely lost the will to live and
the good Lord eventually released her of all her sufferings.

To all who suffer this deadly disease, I implore you all, please get as much information as possible
to alleviate this killer. If I could do it all over again, my mother would still be here.
Understanding diabetes is the first step to managing it. Get information on diabetes causes, risk factors, warning signs, and prevention tips: http://diabetes.webmd.com/default.htm

A Child Of Mine I'll lend you for a little while, A child of mine, He said, For you to love her while she lives, And mourn for when she's dead. It may be six or seven years. Or twenty-two, or three, But will you, till I come again, Take care of her for me? She'll bring her charms to gladden you, And should her stay be brief, You'll have her loving memories As solace to your grief.
Author unknown

Brothers and sisters, we don't want you to be ignorant about those who have died. We don't want you to grieve like other people who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and came back to life. We also believe that, through Jesus, God will bring back those who have died. They will come back to Jesus.

Someone once said that a half of a mother is better than none at all. In other words, if your mother is sick, disable or bedridden, you must cherish and love her. Take good care of her because the day you lose her you will realize that you have lost a treasure. The burden is even greater if she had been a caring and loving mother. Well, I have lost a very good mother and I intend to keep her memory alive.
Feel free to send your views and chat about things concerning 'the loss of a mother'. Let us remember our mothers in a happy way.

There is not a day that goes by that we
don't call her name.
Her love, laughter and courage were an
inspiration to all who loved you.
Lord look around your beautiful garden,
She won't be hard to find.
She has a face that's good and kind.
Lord when she turns around and smile, put
your arms around her and hold her.
Unknown author

T R I B U T E

We thought of you with love today
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence
And often speak your name.
All we have are memories
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keep sake
With which we'll never part.
God has you in His keeping
We have you in our hearts.
Unknown Author