Lines To An Old Love
Do your memories of me lie quiet
Or,
on moonlit nights do they start
A fevered, restless pacing
Back
and forth across your heart?
Have your memories of me grown docile ---
Do they seldom cause you pain ---
Or do they tear your heart
apart
When you're riding in the rain?
Are your memories of me faded ---
And
nearly lost from sight ---
Or do they cart your mind through hell
On a
clear mid-summer's night?
Mother
There was no one in this world it seems,
Who could mend broken hearts and fix shattered
dreams,
God was on duty in the sky, you see,
So He created a mother for you and for me.
He took a bit of heaven for her eyes so bright and true,
With a glint of sunshine sprinkled in them too;
Her lips were made from the petals of a rose,
To make her heart a bit of gold He chose.
When He had finished, He gazed at His work,
And knew her duty she'd never shirk,
God had to remain in the sky, you see,
So He created a mother for you and me.
A mother to understand us and help us on life's way,
To gently command us and teach us to pray,
Someone courageous and gentle and brave,
Some to love us from cradle to grave.
He made her to comfort and dry away tears,
With a heart unmarred by toil or by years,
Years filled with heartaches, worries, and sighs,
God sent us a mother and He stayed in the skies.
Someone to guide us and keep us from wrong,
Someone to make life into a song,
God had to remain in the sky, you see,
So He created a mother for you and me.
Note: Written by Gwendolyn Bennett Pappas
at the age of fourteen for her mother.
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