Wisdom and Words from my Mom

Today is my moms birthday.  I told my Farmer a few days ago that it was coming up.  He, being the thoughtful person that he is, asked if I wanted to do anything.  Like go out to dinner or something.  I said no, I’d be fine.  Then this morning, as Facebook popped up a memory (dang Facebook), I was not.  The memory was pictures of the last birthday we celebrated with my mom.  The pictures were of her with two of her great grandchildren.  Yes, the tears flowed.  Yet that picture made me ponder her life and made me once again feel grateful for my time with her.  I learned so much from her.  One thing I learned, that I never really thought about until now, was how to a loving grandma.  She was a great grandma.  And it wasn’t just her grandchildren she was grandma too.  She was like a grandma to so many other kids in the community.  She was that kind of person.  Now that I am a grandma, my hope is that I too can be a great one, just like her.

So as I am remembering her today, I am pulled back to the poem I wrote when she passed. A few days after she passed, I went to town, bought a coffee and went and sat at the lake like her and I had done so many times.  As I sat there, letting the tears flow, the words to this poem flowed into my mind.  I quickly found some paper and wrote them down. I believe these words came from her.  They helped me then and still do today.  I have it in my office and read it every time I am having a “missing you mom” moment. I am hesitant to share, but maybe the words she whispered to me may help some one else that is missing a loved one.

THE WALK
by Shirley Mae

They walked with me, when I was small.
They held my hand, so I wouldn’t fall.
They guided me, and showed me love.
They taught me faith, and of God above.

I walked with you, when you were small.
I held your hand, so you wouldn’t fall.
I guided you, and gave you love.
I taught you faith, and of God above.

I’m walking now, with those I’ve loved,
Who held my hand, and whose hand I held.
Those that once were lost to me
Have guided me, it is meant to be.

Wipe the tears that streak your face,
Don’t fall. Stand tall, with loving grace.
For I am here, and await the time,
We walk again, your hand in mine.