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.

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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.