How I yearn for those good old days <br /> when mother was up and around <br /> and the tasks she had to face each day <br /> I still find hard to compound <br /> <br /> Mother was as grand as a mother can be <br /> and she will always remain in my heart <br /> yet she fades away like a morning star <br /> like a dream that has fallen apart <br /> <br /> Her tenure on earth was a holy thing <br /> A host of heavenly grace <br /> yet her passing was awesome filled with woe <br /> an undefined sort of pace <br /> <br /> She has gone to a place that still must be <br /> a sacred mystery to you and me <br /> <br /> If your souls is still sad and much in despair <br /> your spirit can be lifted with a pious prayer <br /> and one by one we fall asleep <br /> May God unite us - eternally to keep.<br /><br />Charles R. McCarthy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tribute-to-mother/
