Memories of My Mother

Today my heat is filled with love, and deep humility.
And memories of a mother
That God had given me.

He gave me someone special
Who was kind and sweet and true
Who found her hreatest joys in life
In the good that she could do.

If one could read inside her book
That tells of her life's story
They'd find her sons and families
To be her greatest glory!

Each page so tenderly would hold
The warth and love and pleasures
Each special person brought to her
And each, a cherished treasure.

She did not seek for riches
Her guest was not for fame
The simple things she valued most
The joy of work, an honest name.

The little thoughtful things she did
Somehow could say so much
And all who knew her felt her love
Her quick ways - her gentle touch.

You see, she taught her sermons
Not by words as many do
But by her deeds and actions
Her creed came shining through.

Many useful years she gave
Before her illness came
And many days and months she's laid
In suffering and pain.

And now today she's left us
For a more exalted sphere
I'm grateful for the life she lived
While she was with us here.

And there's rejoicing in my heart,
combined with memories
That she is free from earthly care
Her soul has found release!

Composed for the mother of Robert E. Steele