I wrote this poem about my mother over a decade ago. She left this earth at the young age of fifty-nine after a life of hardship dealing with epilepsy and raising three of her own children and three step-sons. Looking back I see how courageous she was. She didn’t have the resources we all take for granted today but she did have the love and support of her own mother.
Mother, with your gentle heart
Your gentle soul right from the start
A burden heavy you did bear
You had sorrow, you had care.
Life dealt you a bitter hand
It was hard for you to take a stand
For yourself, you did not strive
To better yourself while you were alive.
It seemed as though you’d given up
Almost as though you’d been beaten up
By life’s struggles and life’s cares
It all caught up with you, unawares.
My heart would almost break in two
When I would think about all I knew
Of your hardships and your life
Of all the hurt and all the strife.
It seemed to me you deserved much more
Than life for you had in store
For you were kind and you were good
Always doing what you thought you should
Now you lay in peaceful rest
And I hope you’ve found the best
Peace and joy God has for us
When in Christ we put our trust.