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Memories on Mother's Day

 


MEMORIES ON MOTHER'S DAY

 


Memories on Mother's Day

 

I think about the old homestead

The place where I was raised

The dusty roads so long ago

Oh, how I miss those days.

 

The golden sunsets on the farm

The scent of fresh cut hay

The rippling fields of corn so green

Would take my breath away.

 

Lazy days of summer bliss

A stroll down wooded lane

A canopy of stars at night

The smell of country rain.

 

The precious home where I grew up

Has crumbled to the ground

Nothing left but barren weeds

Where once, my life was found.

 

No mother left to fill the void

Of things that used to be

The one I cherished in my heart

Is now a memory.

 

On Mother's Day next to her grave

The years just melt away

Her lovely face, I now can see

She holds a sweet bouquet.

 

Thoughts of home just disappear

Oh hear Hosanna sing

My mother dwells in Beulah land

She's wearing angel wings.

 

Author/Written By:

Marilyn Ferguson

©2004

 

 

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