Think not my children, I love you naught.
Think thrice, I love you a lot.
Words can sometimes be deceiving,
But thoughts can be concealing.
In the mind, where you can not hear,
Words of love, that I hold dear.
Memories, ah! More good than bad.
More happiness than sad.
If I could take you back in time,
Wouldn’t change you, your all sublime.
Hold each one so close to me,
Heart welding with love, proud as can be.
Gave thanks to God, up above,
For giving all of you, to me to love.
And finding me worthy, to be your mother,
Glad he chose me, not another.
As my thoughts go back in years,
It brings smiles, also brings tears.
Of joy, and heartache too,
All grown up now, no more lullabies.
I still have the memories, still hear the cries,
Please! Pick me up! Rock me to sleep!
Hug me! Hold me! Watch me creep!
Hear my prayers, watch me walk,
We’re the greatest kids in the block.
Good memories can still the troubled mind,
Ease the pain, let you unwind.
The trembling body, and hands so cold,
Part of life, when your growing old.
But those are memories of the past,
You all grew up, much to fast.
With your own memories of good, and bad,
Some of yours is happy, others they are sad.
Some with babies of your own,
Some that joy have still not known.
If I grow old, reach eighty-three,
I’ll still cherish, those fond memories,
Of all the years you shared with me.
You gave me lots of peace and joy,
My darling girls and loving boys.
May God guide you, take you by the hand,
Till we’re together in His heaven land.
Love everyone of you,
Mother.
© Jean E. Herman. All Rights Reserved
(J. E. Herman Nov. 10, 1927-Nov. 2, 1999)
