My Mother My mother was my mother But she was also my best friend. We did so much together As the days would quickly end. I'd write the words of poetry Then music she would write, Mostly songs of Jesus For He was our guiding light. But, Jesus came for her one day He took her "Safely Home." She walks golden streets with daddy And I feel so all alone. I know she's up in Heaven, She's waiting there for me, And, someday I will join her For all eternity. When I join her up in Heaven, The greatest joy known, We'll sing those songs we've written As we kneel before the throne. Copyright - Gloria Martel |
If you click on the player above, you will hear my mother and myself passing time doing what we loved to do. |
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Howard J. and Mary Lou Antle My Mother and Father Deceased |
