To family or guest, she gave only her best.
What an amiable way of living.
Others had thought she was arrogant or prideful because she had little to say,
She was only reserved, and made others preferred
In her own special, quiet way.
The best of times were when she would laugh at herself when she made a mistake.
She would laugh hard and long, at what she had done wrong,
‘Til her insides would quiver and quake.
Her heart was so big and full of love, for her kids she wanted only the best.
She would spend every penny to make sure we had plenty--
Ignore payments, bills and the rest.
Even when money was tight and scarce she would make money stretch with no hitch.
She’d make sure there were treats—cookies and sweets,
And as kids we thought we were rich.
Raising us up to have faith in God, she was the perfect example for us.
Her exemplary life as a mother and wife--
Never raised her voice in a fuss.
In good times and bad she remained the same, no emotional highs or lows,
She was calm and collected and did what was expected,
Kept her feelings inside I suppose.
Sewing and crocheting were done with love, and then she would give them away.
She made dolly bedding, the dress for my wedding--
Always giving, never asking for pay.
God gave me a mother with compassion and empathy. All your problems she could quell.
Should you shed a tear, she felt things so dear,
She would cry along with you as well.
Roses were her favorite flowers, but we didn’t know that for years.
‘Til one mothers’ day, brother sent a bouquet
And her happiness burst out in tears.
As soon as we knew she loved roses so well, we were quick to give her all we could.
A new set of dishes fulfilled her life’s wishes
For a table spread out like it should.
Complaining was not a part of her character. She took everything in stride.
I’m sure she got mad and sometimes was sad,
But she always kept it inside.
It’s hard to know she was feeling unwell she never would tell she was sick.
She just bore her pain and never complained.
She got over illness really quick.
One could not choose a more perfect mother, no matter how hard you tried.
I think she was fine and I’m glad she was mine.
When I speak of her, it gives me pride.
Unique is the word that ame to mind when I thought of how special she is.
She was pure gold, and God broke the mold
When he made her and called her His.
So I want to remember her just as she was and hope that she knows how I feel.
You are finally at rest. Heaven's gain was the best.
For in mothers, I got the best deal.