Mother's Journey
My beautiful mother
worked hard all her life,
caring for five children
and being a loving wife.
She worked in the fields
from daylight to dusk…
doing laundry on a rub board
till her hands were red and rough.
The memory of her cooking
still makes my mouth water.
She made hand sewn quilts,
and she loved to embroider.
She grew beautiful roses.
God gave her a green thumb.
She admired them from her front porch
in the evening when day was done.
She loved talking to people.
She was a social butterfly.
She gave comfort to those who lost loved ones,
with hugs and with tears in her eyes.
She was eighty-three, still living alone,
when her health failed and her body grew tired.
The Heavenly choir began to sing as
Angels stood by to carry her home,
Fluttering on soft and gentle wings.
For Starlight 1's challenge 'Poet's Choice'
Phrase # 2 'Fluttering on soft and gentle wings '
By AutumnRose
© 2008 AutumnRose
(All rights reserved)
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