Let me first share you a poem made by Natasha Jordan when her sister-in-law passed away from cancer. She has two young children that time and Natasha had to tell them that their mother was going to pass. They flooded her with questions and said, “I know she will forget us”. So, Natasha wrote this poem to let them know that she will always love them no matter how far away she is.
Your Mother, Your Angel
You look back on memories you forgot you had,
And at times you'll smile even though it hurts so bad.
Your mother is a special woman and no one can take her place,
You'll find a piece of mind when you remember her smiling face.
Your mother is an angel now she flies high above the rest,
and in your hearts always and forever she will be the best.
She has earned her wings and it's time for her to fly,
I know it hurts no one is ever ready to say good-bye.
She knows you do not understand and that you cry at night,
But as you finally drift of to sleep let her memory hold you tight.
She will be your guardian angel through the rest of your life,
Helping lead you on the path between what' wrong and right.
Your mother loves you so very much and her love will always remain true,
Please don't ever think for a second that your mother will forget you.
A mother’s love is like no other in the whole world,
She has the most wonderful memories of a little boy and girl.
She has taken them with her as she's flown away,
Up to Heaven free of pain which is her new home to stay.
So although you cannot see her and you wish she could be there,
Your mother can always hear you and your mother will always care.
A mother does not forget the two greatest loves of her life,
And she loved nothing more than being your mommy, and your daddy's wife.
She is so proud of her family and that's in her heart to stay,
Even though she's an angel and has had to fly away.
So as you cry your tears remember your mother’s love,
Being sent to you from her, from the beautiful Heaven above.
She will be there through your good times, she will be there through your bad,
She'll be there when you are happy, she'll be there when you’re sad.
Your mother has become an angel now; it is her time to fly,
And you will never know how bad it hurt me to watch you have to say good-bye.
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Thank you for giving us the sweetest gift, our mothers. Thank you for giving us the opportunity and time experiencing their unconditional love from the moment we were born up to the moment when she’s done journeying to the grave. Having a mother like my mother while growing up was the greatest gift and biggest advantage I could ever have. It is because of the confidence and values that she instilled in me that made me who I am today. She shaped me into a person who I like and am proud to be. She let me believe that I could be whoever I wanted to be, do whatever I wanted to do, there were no limitations except my drive, ambition and creativity. I will never forget the moments when she read all the books that I read, when she learned about a world that must be so foreign to her. The time when she taught me how to write my name. The time when she actually memorized my speech as I memorized it for my graduation when I was in kinder. Those times when she attended in any events in school that I participated in. The day when she accompanied me in my first communion. Those days when we marched with joy during recognition. The day when I received criticisms because of placing 4th when I was in grade 3 which serves as my motivation until now. Our graduation pictures that never fade in my memories. Her undying love though she’s already suffering from cancer and her concern for me and my sibling until her death. Thank you for being my good luck charm, my muse, my hero, my savior, my therapist, my cook, and now my angel.
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I admit I had not been a good son to my mother. Most of the time, loving me must have been like trying to hold a cactus. I was too bad for her. I thought she was just a typical mother for a typical son like me but I was wrong. She underwent many trials and criticisms because of me. She fought for me and it was too late for me to realize that. I regret that we had only little time to enjoy each other. I regret that I did not say sorry to her. I regret that I did not say I love her. Now that my mother was gone, I feel like incomplete.
Motherhood is tough 24 hour job, no pay, no day off, sometimes it is unappreciated, but yet resignation is impossible. For those whose mothers are still alive, let them feel that you love them, that you care for them. I believe most of us are not that vocal inside our family but try to say to her at least once in a while that you love her, that she’s the most important person in your life. Tell her how you love the food that she cooked. Tell her that she’s pretty as a flower, wise as an owl, fast as a cheetah and can dance like a wind. Don’t wait for the moment when she’s already dying when you can’t do anything but to be silent and pray. I know this thing is unusual for men but there is nothing effeminate in doing so. Ask God for her protection. For those whose mothers were already with God, pray for her soul and be strong for she does not want to see you sad.
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