My Mother Is Resting!

I still think about my mother! My dear mother who is resting with the Lord, free from all pain and sorrows, leaving us here to fight our way through in this mad and sinful world.  For those who died in the Lord, it is much better for them, I have to admit because they are free from earthly sorrows and woe.  No more bills to pay, no more doctors to visit to spend out their money and the sickness remains the same.  Yes, no more trials and tribulation!


My father died years before my mother, but she stood tall like a giant making sure that her children got a good education so that they were able to stand on their own.  She never abandoned us and spoke as if she regretted having us.  She was a very responsible widow who put her children first.


I thank God that she fought a good fight, she finished her course and therefore a crown of righteousness is laid up for her.  Glory be to God!  Thank you Lord!


I am looking forward to meeting you again mother.  May your soul continue to rest in peace.

Mum

© Courtney Linde

In my arms I held you tight
Through the hardest part of life
In my heart the memories clear
Of the greatest mum I love so dear
I held you so close to my heart
Praying that we'll never part
But angels came and took you away
And a tear I shed for your everyday
Now a shining lit up star
My mum will watch from up far
In all the pain I'm going through
Just remember, I'm here with you

Source: Love and Miss You Mum, Mother Death Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/love-and-miss-you-mum#ixzz1acrtx9Li
Family Friend Poems

     A church sister of mine looks just like my mother.  She has the same height, same complexion and same disposition of my mother.  The resemblance is uncanny and yet I have never noticed it while my mother was alive.
     I thought I was the only one who noticed it, but there were quite an amount of brethren who thought the same and it brought on some jovial remarks.
     These are some of the things that will occur while our love ones are resting in the arms of Jesus.  People as well things will continue to remind us of them.  They are gone but not forgotten.  There memory lingers on.
     In a happy way I am reminded of her ever loyalty and faithfulness towards her children.  May her soul rest in peace.

My Mother In My Dreams

I saw my mom in my dreams recently.  It was not a dream I particularly liked because she was still bed ridden.  However, one thing made me happy was that she still had a smile on her face.


This reminded me of her every smiling face through thick and thin, through struggles and tribulation, through sickness and distress.  No matter what the case was, my mother had a smile through it all.


There are times the testings of this life make us want to give up, sometimes they seem unbearable and we want to just whither and die, but if we engage ourselves in the things of the Lord and put a smile on her face and face each trials with a positive attitude, we will eventually be victorious.


There are those who may say, but we have nothing to smile about.  There is always something to smile about, identify it and move on.  With the help of the Lord, things will be better one day.

My Aunt's funeral Reminded Me Of My Mother!

One of my dear aunts died recently and it brought back a flood of memories of my dear unforgettable mother.  The coffin was of the same colour as my mother's own and just by looking at it even brought tears to my eyes.  It still seemed like yesterday when she passed away.
Her strength and courage are still etched in my mind as I continue to be marveled of how she took care of all her children without the help of a man.
I still remembered her continuous humming of her favourite songs, praising her God.  She was a special woman, she was strong, she was invincible and she was my mother.
 May her soul rest in peace.

In Loving Memory Of A Dear Mother

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."  


Mother, with tearful eyes I watched you and saw you passed away, although I loved you dearly I could not make you stay.


A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.  God broke my heart to prove to me, He only takes the best.  Mother, you memory will never rest.