"A Mother's Day Memory"
By Richard Goolsby
Oh, to think of Mother's hug,
Evokes a sentimental tear!
My heart strings pull and tug,
As Mother's Day draws near!
When I was young and ill,
She would rock me through the night.
That old rocker squeaked and squealed,
But still, she held me tight.
I can feel her arms around me,
As she held me late one night.
I can feel her love surround me,
Mother's love makes most things right.
I can see her -- just above me,
I can hear her voice, so clear,
And the words to "Jesus Loves Me,"
From her lips down to my ear.
Yes, it's true -- my mother's gone,
But it's also true, you see,
My mother still lives on,
In my heart and memory!
Happy Mother's Day to all moms "out there!"