[JustAmy]

How about another poem by my Great Aunt?



MY MOTHER

My mother died when I was small,
Her picture hangs upon a wall,
And though she died before I knew
How much a mother's love can do
To smooth the way, to cheer, and bless
With kindly counsel, fond caress,
As often as I come and go,
I feel her presence, seem to know
Her sweet concern in all I do,
And that her love is deep and true.

And in my dreams sometimes I see
A figure bending over me,
A girlish form with supple grace,
With wistful mien, and smiling face,
She lifts her head, I meet her eyes
And am aware with glad surprise,
That she has come from out the frame
And gently calls me by my name.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in Prairie Panorama in 1938

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you oh so very much for another beautiful poem by your great Aunt!

[MEG33]

Oh.my that poem would fit my Mother's experience,too.Her Mother died when she was a toddler.

[MeekOneGOP]

Very nice. The first line reminds me of my Mom's Mom,
who passed away when my Mom was 4 years old.

[ValerieUSA]

That's a lovely poem - one of the best I've read about a child's need for a mother. This is a picture of my great-grandmother Saphronia who died within the week after my grandmother's birth in January 1910. I can imagine Grandma Mable having similar feelings.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Evening friends. Happy TGIF all!

Never a lonely Dreamer

Romantic beings following stars
So if no stars shine down tonight
How will my heart be guided
Will I be turning left or right

Then I drifted away in dreams
A distant voice called from afar
Into my night came bright moonlight
He had entered to bring me a star

Placed tender lips upon my brow
Could he feel my racing heartbeat
Then pillow stories and pillow talk
He had walked a thousand miles
Now a mystery he will never be
We will share romance and dream
Under the star he had brought to me

There is never a lonely dreamer
If dreams they are willing to share
He says his light will shine nightly
I now dream and know he is there --Hope Smith