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Used by permission of Liz Lemon Swindle. Painting available through Repartee Gallery.

"My Mother"

Embracing arms sincere, that hold through the night.
Enduring, comforting, bringing warmth, peace bestowed.

Blessed hands that stroke, wipe away the tears.
Security assured, serenity renewed, tranquility restored.

Gentle, kind eyes, filled with compassion, seeing into the heart.
Expressed love and charity spoken without a word.

Sensitive ears listening, hearing beneath the emotions.
Building encouragement, confidence, trust, all so priceless.

Lips soft spoken, silent prayers unheard, quiet inspired counsel.
Faith lifted, trials conquered, truths discovered.

A mother, a divine blessing, favored from heaven.
God's great gift, forever a wonder.

Precious and dear, eternally sealed.
My miracle, my angel, my mother.

DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER ON MOTHER'S DAY 1998.

POET'S COMMENTS

When I think of a mother, I think of mine. As in the poem, her arms, hands, eyes, ears, lips, always told me how much she loved me. She was my guardian, protector, comforter, and best of friends.

Never a cross or harsh word ever left her lips. She always saw the best in me, even when there was fault. She knew how to heal my wounds and give comfort. She always showed me love, even when she was hurt or disappointed. She never complained about all the things she did for me. She never stopped working even when tired. Her joy was always in serving her family, putting them first, and herself second.

When troubled, I was admonished to pray. Through her, I found Christ and truth. She showed what it was to sacrifice, to serve, to love. Everyday charity was found in her words and actions. She taught us right from wrong. She loved the Savior and the Father. Her actions bore testimony of them each day and night as she prayed.

The noblest call of a woman is to be a mother. It is through them that man is, and the earth is blessed. Their love tutors us on how to be our best selves. They teach us of life, and things eternal. Mothers, they truly are angels sent from God.

POEMS

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A Bridge To Heaven's Gate

A Lighthouse Of Love

A Prayer To Heaven

A Ripple In The Water

A Shepard's Call

Abandoned Moments and Forsaken Memories

Adversity, My Friend

Anger's Prison

An Ocean of Pride

Become As A Child

Be Still

Born Again

Bound By Service

Burning Sparks

Christmas Eve Memories

Day And Night

Does Mercy Rob Justice?

Faith In My Trials

Father Is Waiting

Forever My Angel

Free From Hypocrisy

God's Gift

God's Poet

God's Witness

Heaven's Treasure

He Counseled God

Hidden In The Forest

Hope And Faith

If There Were No Light!

In Remembrance

In The Upper Room

My Father, My Knight

My Last Thoughts

My Mother

My Needs Are Great

Our Father's Love

Our Sweet Temples

Promises and Procrastination

Reconciliation

Reflections

Rescuing God's Children

Resurrection's Glory!

Shun Pride, And Forgive

Spiritual Gifts

Suffer It To Be

Sweet Feast

Tears

Tell Me! Why Dear Lord?

The Endless Road

The Hem Of My Garnent

The Message Of Hope

The Notes I No Longer Hear

The Power To Lift

The Prodigal Son

The Sabbath Hour

The Seven Days of Creation

The Story of Flowers

The War For Eternal Choices

Time To Become

To The Shores of Paradise

Walk With Me

When Doubt Puts Truth On Trial

Whisperings of Wisdom