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March 30, 2014

By the Bushel 3-30-14


Two weeks and a day since mom passed away.
Tomorrow will be yet another.
Tears run down my cheeks each time someone speaks
and mentions my dear ol' mother.

For many long years she shed many tears
for the lost and the lame and the weak.
And sitting beside, I would see them in stride
zig-zag down her long wrinkled cheek.

I can't change the facts and cannot relax
understanding that life must go on.
As long as I'm living, I must be forgiving
and add to what mom built upon.

Before laid to rest, my mom did her best.
She loved God with all of her heart.
And right now she's givin' her love there in Heaven.
What time should the rest of us start?

To save someone's soul was her greatest goal.
The joy on her face would abound.
She wasn't contented until friends repented
and peace everlasting was found.

My mom, she was special.  She filled by the bushel,
such love, her incessant desire.
Though it overflowed, her love never slowed
as she piled it higher and higher.

©2014 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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