I see her kneeling there
With folded hands
And a still, bowed head.
I hear her whispered words…
Those countless prayers she offered,
Not for herself… But for the rest of us.
When I feel warm and snug… I think of Mom.
I see her by the stove
Reaching toward the wood-box.
Or I feel her busy hands
Placing a fluffy quilt
Over my sleeping body… pausing for a moment
To caress my protected shoulder.
When I think of meal-time… I think of Mom.
I see her table laden
With our favorite treats.
I sip the steaming coffee
She brings to my side.
Then I eat my fill and a little more,
To please her anxious, watching eyes.
When I think of patience… I think of Mom.
Always preparing and waiting…
Waiting for us to come.
Then she would greet us
With a smile and a kiss.
Never a frown… Never a cross word.
She only knew gladness… for we were there.
When I think of goodness… I think of Mom.
The sacrifices she made
Were as much a part of her life
As breathing or smiling.
It didn’t matter who
Or what a person was…
If he needed help… She gave it!
When I think of heaven… I think of Mom.
I look up at the blue sky
And I know Mom is there,
With her God and her friends and her family.
But even with her supreme reward…
Surrounded by the peace and perfection of heaven,
I’m sure…Mom still worries about us.
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In honor of Alice Doros, who lived to celebrate her seventy-fifth birthday and will always live in our hearts and our memories. Of all the priceless legacies she left, if we could only grasp a little bit of her courage or faith or kindness… A tiny part of her qualities would do, for she had so much and she only wanted to enrich our lives by giving these treasures to us..
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