Loving Tribute to my Mother
A Mother’s Garden of Love
I remember all the times you held me close,
When I was young and needed you,
And all the times you gave your most,
With words that rang so true.
In the bad times and in the good,
You knew what I did need,
You gave love as a mother would,
Gave your love as a tender seed.
A seed to plant within my soul,
In my garden of life it grew,
To catch the sun, shine and grow,
A gift of love from precious you.
For all the treasures of love you gave,
For all the seeds for me to start,
I give back to you the flowers of love,
From the teachings of your heart.
My mother passed away at the age of eighty-nine. Two weeks before she died she was still going strong, working part time as “The Donut Lady” in a large casino. She walked an average of ten miles five days a week passing out donuts to slot players. Some days she made over $100.00 in tips. One day she came home, sat down on the sofa and said, “I am so tired.” Two weeks later, two days after Thanksgiving, she boarded her “Glory Train”. She always said, “When I die I will board the Glory Train to Heaven.”
Mom raised seven kids to adulthood, helped us raise our own children and lived to see many grandchildren, great and great-great grandchildren. She never stopped being a mother. Up through her last year she still cooked huge dinners for special days, still hid Easter eggs and baskets for us, still made sure Santa stuffed our Christmas socks full to the brim, and still gave us valentines.
Mom sang songs to all the babies in the family. She sang songs to us when we were older and sat at her knees. She told us stories of her childhood, her mama and papa, their long trip from South Dakota to the Pacific Northwest in a makeshift covered wagon in the late 1920s. She always cried when telling us of her little brother who died and how they had to bury him far out in the prairie. When a bad storm came upon them a few days later, her Papa found an old abandoned barn to pull the wagon into. There he and Grandma made sure their nine children were all warm and dry. It was a different era back then. She told us so many stories that made us think she grew up in a very different world, and I guess she did, but she was able to help us learn and grow up in our world.
Mama was a loving mother and this is my loving tribute to her.
© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns