Mothers

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When I was little, I rode at my Nanny's on my trike
Parakeet upon my shoulder, and he did not bite
At least that is what she told me and I believed her back then
She was more than my Nanny, she was my hero and my friend.

Sitting there with her coffee, Chesterfields at her side
I'd laugh and sing along with her while my trike I would ride.
My grampy'd take out his guitar and sing "skip to my lou"
Pipe smelled of cherry, had Canada mints for his "little doo", 

See, my mom was just 16 the day I was born into this world
But she kept me and she told me I was her baby girl.
To make money, my mom would fish the piers of the Portland harbor
Then on the weekends she would sweep floors for the local barber.

Things sure were not easy for a young mom and her child
Having my Nanny and my Grampy made my life worthwhile.
Grampy'd play on his harp, folk songs of yesterday
While my Nanny would sit and listen, laugh with me and play,

I cannot say the years to follow were filled with joy anymore
My mom will always be that lady whom I love, she tried for sure
We'd sing and dance in the kitchen when it was just us two
She brought love and laughter to my life with all that she would do.

When I was young, I rode my bike to a friends house one winters day
I was 13, she was 30, the day the angels took my mom away.
Now my days would be back with Nanny, Grampy was no longer there
Some things do not change like a Nanny's love and how she cares.

We would sit and watch the TV, Virginia Slims now by her side
I'd laugh and joke along with her, then my bike I would ride.
My Nanny was the second greatest gift that God gave to me
My mom was gone, I was lost, but I still had a home and family. 

When I was older, years flew by and then I had a child of my own
I now had a chance to give back all the love that I'd been shown  
A mother's love, and that of a grandparent never fades away
You pass it on to your child who will to their own again one day. 

(RIP Georgia Cooper - Streeter ... January 12, 1945 - February 17, 1975) 

A mother may leave us and go home to heaven
Her love lives on in our hearts and our mind
Her words, advice and even her scoldings
Our mother she was a one-of-a-kind

Her smile would brighten any room she walked into
Laughter would fill our home all the time
She loved to wake us at 4 in the morning
For a day of fishing in rain or sunshine

Bowling was always a fun rainy day adventure
Trophies she had many and showed us with style
Patience was something she sure did have plenty
No matter the score she'd end your turn with a smile.

Her life here on earth the years were so few
Memories she left have lasted more than her years
There are times when I feel like she's with us
So many things I wish I could have shared

A mother may leave us but her spirit lives on
In those whose lives she touched for a while
Her memory will live on in our hearts forever
There is no greater love than that of a mother and child.

written with love thinking of my sisters Ann and Carmen; in memory of the greatest mom and those memories I have of her and the three of us girls love ya both!

I look at the reflection
and staring back at me
a young girl, with simple curls
pretty as can be...
but her eyes are saddened
knowing where she has been
I look again and there I see
A mother, wife and friend...

I look at the reflection
staring back at me
Older and fair, with gray hair
eyes that set me free...
her eyes are filled with love and joy
knowing her life has been
Filled with love of family
and many life long friends.

I look at the reflection
seems to have disappeared
loneliness and emptiness
memories of many years...
The women I once knew
as a mother and a friend
Now remains a reflection
Till I see her once again.

A mom is here, she gives us birth
Then one day, she leaves this earth;
Home to a place we believe to be
A life of peace, eternally.

We miss her morning smiles
Miss her evening prayers
We even miss those times
She disciplined because she cares.

A mom is our first friend
One who is there until the end;
At which time the angels sing
Reminding us of God, our King.

We miss her daily thoughts
The way she’d know what to say
We even miss the times
Things did not go our way.

A mom is the one who totally
loves unconditionally
Even after she departs
Her love lives on within our hearts.

We miss her through the many years
Sometimes a smile, sometimes with tears
We keep her memory alive and well
With loving stories to those we tell.

A mom is here, she gives us birth
Then one day departs from earth
Though she’s gone, in our heart she'll stay
Till we meet again in Heaven one day. 

My mother was the most amazing woman I've ever known
She'd smile through troubles, stress she'd never shown
Dance all day, singing as we drove down the street
Smile and talk to every one she'd meet
She was my mom, but for such a short life
Taken from us, she died friend, mother and wife;
But her memory lives on and will all my days
I see her smile and her laughter in so many ways.
When I look at one of my sisters or child
I can see it in the way one of them smiled
Or her eyes the way they sparkled and shined
So many folk say they look just like mine.
My mother was here for such a short time on earth
Thirty years she gave more than 100 years worth
Her love is unending, her memory lives on
And I will always remember her favorite song.

Mom, you are missed, but never forgotten Jan 1945 - Feb 1975

Mommy I miss you
Your little girl
paper dolls and barbies
... and hair you would curl
all the things that you taught me
I now get to share
with my baby girl mom
I've now come to bear

mommies and daughters
friends for their life
still chat over coffee
when they are a wife
mommies and daughters
a bond that is true
lives on forever
when one become two

Mommy I miss you
Your little girl
the times you would cheer me
we'd dance and we'd twirl
all the things that you've shown me
as the years have passed by
and now I see you
in my baby girls eyes

mommies become nanny's
and daughters their friends
bonds last forever
love never ends
nanny's move onward
to a home far away
in a place they call heaven
watching their baby girl pray

My mother's hands held me when I was a child
Washed and fed me with loving care

My mother's hands were gentle and kind
Especially when having to detangle my hair.

My mother's hands knew work of a wife
Cooking and cleaning her love was shown

My mother's hands lived a short life
At thirty the angels came and took her home.

My mother's hands to me will always stay
In my mind as those who held me tight

My mother's hands worked hard all day
And came together to pray with me at night.

(RIP Georgia Cooper - Always loved, Never forgotten - on Mother's day and always)

Just 18, diploma in hand
Was now his time to become a man
Enlisted and waiting for the bus to roll out
To find out what life was truly about.

Now 22, four long years had passed
Wife and a child and he made 2nd class
Home on the base, life seemed to go pretty well
One day he'd have many great stories to tell.

Now 18 years later he paces the halls
Looks around to see only white walls
His grandson would be born on this day
Life and the years sure have been slipping away.

Now he turns 50 and looks back at his life
Retired Marine, with a child and a wife
A grandson who now was going on ten
So much to show him about way back when

Just turned 70 and looks back on the years
So many with laughter, some filled with tears
Children all grown, grandchildren now too
So little time left and still so much to do

Now he turns 80, family & friends gather round
Listen to him tell of things of which he is proud
Tells them to cherish each day as if it's their last
Quickly each year becomes part of the past

Just 18, eulogy in hand
His great grandfather was a truly great man
He shared his memories and then said a prayer
So much of his life he still wanted to share.