She is Gone

You can shed tears that she is gone

Or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her

Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember her and only that she is gone

Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind,

be empty and turn your back

Or you can do what she would want:

smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

David Harkins


The Magic of a Mother’s Touch

There’s magic in a Mother’s touch,

and sunshine in her smile.

There’s love in everything she does

to make our lives worthwhile.

We can find both hope and courage

Just by looking in her eyes.

Her laughter is a source of joy,

her works are warm and wise.

There is a kindness and compassion

to be found in her embrace,

and we see the light of heaven

shining from a Mother’s face.



My Mother Kept A Garden

My Mother kept a garden.

A garden of the heart;

She planted all the good things,

That gave my life it’s start.


She turned me to the sunshine,

And encouraged me to dream:

Fostering and nurturing

The seeds of self-esteem.


And when the winds and rains came,

She protected me enough;

But not too much, she knew I’d need

To stand up strong and tough.


Her constant good example,

Always taught me right from wrong;

Markers for my pathway

To last my whole life long.


I am my Mother’s garden,

I am her legacy.

And I hope today she feels the love,

Reflected back from me.



The Mother

There will be a singing in your heart,

There will be a rapture in your eyes;

You will be a woman set apart,

You will be so wonderful and wise.

You will sleep, and when from dreams you start,

As of one that wakes in Paradise,

There will be a singing in your heart,

There will be a rapture in your eyes.


There will be a moaning in your heart,

There will be an anguish in your eyes;

You will see your dearest ones depart,

You will hear their quivering good-byes.

Yours will be the heart-ache and the smart,

Tears that scald and lonely sacrifice;

There will be a moaning in your heart,

There will be an anguish in your eyes.


There will come a glory in your eyes,

There will come a peace within your heart;

Sitting ‘neath the quiet evening skies,

Time will dry the tear and dull the smart.

You will know that you have played your part;

Yours shall be the love that never dies:

You, with Heaven’s peace within your heart,

You, with God’s own glory in your eyes.

Robert Service


A Mother’s Love

A Mother’s love is something

that no on can explain,

It is made of deep devotion

and of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish

and enduring come what may

For nothing can destroy it

or take that love away . . .

It is patient and forgiving

when all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

even though the heart is breaking . . .

It believes beyond believing

when the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beauty

of the rarest, brightest gems . . .

It is far beyond defining,

it defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secret

like the mysteries of creation . . .

A many splendoured miracle

man cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence

of God’s tender guiding hand.

Helen Steiner Rice

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Irish Funeral Prayer

You can only have one mother

Patient kind and true;

No other friend in all the world,

Will be the same to you.

When other friends forsake you,

To mother you will return,

For all her loving kindness,

She asks nothing in return.

As we look upon her picture,

Sweet memories we recall,

Of a face so full of sunshine,

And a smile for one and all.

Sweet Jesus, take this message,

To our dear mother up above;

Tell her how we miss her,

And give her all our love.

What is a Mom?

A mom is one of life’s best gifts,

Someone to treasure all life through,

She’s caring and loving,

Thoughtful and true,

Someone who is always a special part of your life,

Someone who holds a prime place in your heart,

She’s a mentor, a confident and also a friend,

Someone on whose love you can depend.

A mom always has your best interests at heart,

She’s someone so dear and so good,

She’s a blessing, she’s a gift,

She’s a treasure like no other,

She’s someone that is truly wonderful.

Wherever you go, and whatever you do,

A mom’s love will always see you through,

A mom is truly invaluable,

Indispensable and unforgettable.

I wouldn’t want anyone but you,

And that’s why I’m so grateful,

that life picked you for me.



For all the times you gently picked me up,

When I fell down,

For all the times you tied my shoes

And tucked me into bed,

Or needed something

But put me first instead.

For everything we shared,

The dreams, the laughter,

And the tears,

I love you with a Special Love

That deepens every year.

Thank You Mom


Your smiles can brighten any moment,

Your hugs put joy in all my days,

Your love will stay with me forever

And touch my life in precious ways…

The values you’ve taught,

the care you’ve given,

and the wonderful love you’ve shown,

have enriched my life

in more ways than I can count.

In memory of my mother

You were a precious gift from God above,

so much beauty, grace and love.

You touched our hearts in so many ways,

your smile so bright even on the bad days.

You heard God’s whisper calling you home,

you didn’t want to go and leave us alone.

You loved us so much, you held on tight,

till all the stregnth was gone and you could no longer fight.

He had called your name twice before,

you knew you couldn’t make him wait anymore.

So you gave your hand to God and slowly drifted away,

knowing that with our love we will be together again some day.

Mary Estelle

Mothers Are The Sweetest

Our mother is the sweetest

Most delicate of all.

She knows more of paradise

Than angels can recall.

She’s not only beautiful

But passionately young,

Playful as a kid, yet wise

As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,

A bubbling, laughing spring

That runs through all like liquid light

And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower

And trees to choicest fruit.

She is at once the field and bower

In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,

Our freedom and our past.

With her we launch our daring ships

Yet keep the things that last.

Nick Gordon

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