Many the thoughts I give to you
As the long hours go by.
Thinking of the things we used to
Do and say, just you and I.
Sometimes they make me smile,
Sometimes they make me cry.
But are precious to me alone,
Memories of you and I.

Memory is life's sweetest gift,
Please, God, forgive a silent tear,
A fervent wish my Mom was here.
There are others, yes I know,
But she was mine, I loved her so,
Dear God, take a message,
To my Mother in Heaven above,
Tell her how much I miss her,
And give her all my love.

Things I feel most deeply
Are the hardest things to say,
Dearest Mom, I loved you
In a very special way. 

If I could have one lifetime wish
One dream that could come true,
I’d pray to God with all my heart,
For yesterday, and you.

An Angel kissed my tears away today, when I was sad.
I wasn't feeling quite myself, my day had been so bad.
I felt a warmth brush by me, that quickly dried my tears.
A gentle, kind, and loving touch , that seemed to hold me near.
Immediately, I felt so much better, and the day seemed brighter too.
I guess that's just the way you feel, when an Angel comforts you.
~Author Unknown~

There is a sweet, angelic look
in every mother's eye,
That makes us stop and wonder
if they're angels in disguise.

For they are always standing by
when someone needs a friend,
No one has as much compassion
none are quicker to defend.

There is a little bit of God
in every mother's heart,
He molded them of finer clay
thats sets them well apart.

They are an earthly blessing
that Heaven itself supplies,
And so we can't help believing,
they are angels in disguise!
author reginald holmes

I pledge to you today
A hallowed place within my heart
Is where you'll always stay.

God knows why, with chilling touch,
Death gathers those we love so much,
And what now seems so strange and dim,
Will all be clear, when we meet Him.
~Author Unknonw~

When you feel a gentle breeze caress you when you sigh
It's a hug sent from Heaven from a loved one way up high.

If a soft and tender raindrop lands upon your nose
They've added a small kiss as fragile as a rose

If a song you hear fills you with a feeling of sweet love
It's a hug sent from Heaven from someone special up above

If you awaken in the morning to a bluebird's chirping song
It's music sent from Heaven to cheer you all day long

If a tiny little snowflake lands upon your face
It's a hug sent from Heaven trimmed with Angel lace

So keep the joy in your heart if you're lonely my dear family
Hugs that are sent from Heaven a broken heart will mend.

I remember everything about you,
your voice, your smile, your touch,
the way you walked, the way you talked,
the way you looked at me, meant so much.

I remember all the words you said to me,
some funny, some kind, some wise,
all of the things you did for me,
I see now with different eyes.

I remember every moment we shared,
seems like only yesterday,
or maybe it was eons ago,
It's really hard to say.

You are gone from me now,
but one they can't take away,
your memory resides inside my heart,
and lights up my darkest days...
Anonymous

Is it me, or have I deceived myself?
I thought I heard you call my name, out in the pouring rain.
I really thought I saw your face.
But after a second look I saw I made a clear mistake.
Mother I Miss You
And nights I just wish you were here with me
So we can laugh and talk again.
Mother I miss you
But I'll just kiss you and send it on the wind
'cause you know I plan to see you again.
So much I wanted to show you.
So much I wanted to give.
I thought our time would be much longer.
Missing My Best Friend.
Mother I miss you.
And nights I just wish you were here with me
So we can laugh and talk again.
Mother I Miss You
But I'll just kiss you and send it on the wind
'cause you know I plan to see you again.
Mama, this is for you.
I miss you so much and I love you
by: John Tesh, Edith Dalia Reid & Leroy Nelson Reid

I have an angel on my shoulder
She whispers in my ear.
Her voice is soft and gentle
And no one else can hear.
When I'm tired and lonely
It's comfort that she brings.
When I'm filled with happiness
I hear her laughter ring.
My angel's very close to me.
I even know her name.
And though I cannot see her
I love her just the same.
She now has no more suffering
And gone is all the pain.
I believe with all my heart
We will someday meet again.
An angel's job is taxing
It's as hard as it can be.
I hope she doesn't get too tired
Looking after me.
Yes, my angel's with me
from morning til the night.
I know as long as she is here
Everything will be alright.
So when my days are over
I'll not pass in fear.
I know my angel's waiting
To lead me home up there

I feel so helpless
I can't stop these tears
I can't stop this tragedy from unfolding
I need help
My tears have flooded this river
Am I drowning or is it the knot in my throat?
I can taste the bitterness
I can feel it
Or is that the knife in my back?
This beating is unrelenting
This treachery is so poetic
By my blood I am betrayed
I am consumed
This anger, this pain, this sadness
How can I still believe that things will be fine?
This rope is unraveling before me
Can I share this burden?
Will anyone help?
God help me
by Harry A. De Torres

     
Of angel wings and heavenly things
There’s very little known,
For those who have the answers
Are, forever, from us gone.
Life in the hereafter,
In faith, I must accept;
Thoughts that trouble not the people
With families still intact.
But, those of us who’ve traveled
Down the lonely path of grief,
Are forever seeking answers
To the riddle, which is life.
We trek through shadowed forests
Past the ugly shroud of death,
Toward a promise for the future
Of a kinder, better place.
So, we look to see the angel wings
And listen for the hymn
That God will send to guide us
When we leave to be with Him.
by Diane Robertson

              
Where does a Mother’s love go
when she is no longer there to give it?
Where does her warmth and kindness end up
when she leaves the ground to
soar through the clouds
on a rendezvous with God?
What happens to her strength
her passion, her elegance, her grace
when her body is planted in the ground
like a marigold in the spring?
What becomes of those she left behind
weak and still in need of nurturing
when she can no longer be there to nurture them?
Shattered pieces of them go with her.
Hearts shrivel and dry
from unrequited emotion.
Where does a Mother’s love go
when she can no longer be there to give it?
Perhaps she’ll tell me
when I see her
on the other side.
by Felicia C. Hodges

It's been some time, since you've been gone.
I thought by now, I would be strong.
I think of you, and shed my tears.
I wonder who, will still my fears.
Your memories remain, inside my heart.
My soul it seems, to be torn apart.
You told me secrets, I hold so dear.
I only wish, you would be near.
I still miss and love you, can't you see.
I wish to hold, and talk with thee.
So many things, I could not say.
And now you've gone, so far away.
You taught me to, in God believe.
You said he would always, take care of me.
So take my hand, and guide me there.
And save a place, one day to share.

Mother, you have opened me to so much love that I have not yet found
a world to give it all to. All of the rich and joy-filled moments we have
shared together has given me a deeper understanding of life and the
true meaning of human happiness. I remember not a day passed in my
childhood and youth that you didn't find some way to give, even when
you were tired or carried a troubled heart. From you I learned charity
and compassion and tolerance. From you I learned to like myself.
It is because of these things that I am growing. Your being a part of my
life, and believing in me, gave me the courage to be a person, to be free. You will always be with me, then because we have shared not only love, but trust. Trust me, then, to remember and love you forever. 
                                         Larry S. Chengges.

Remember me whenever you see a sunrise,
Remember me whenever you see a star,
Remember me whenever you see a rainbow
Or woods in autumn colors from afar.
Remember me whenever you see the roses
Or seagulls sailing high in a sky of blue.
Remember me whenever you see waves
Shining in the sun.
And remember, I'll be remembering you!
Remember me whenever you see a teardrop,
Or meadows still wet with the morning dew.
Remember me whenever you feel love
Growing in your heart.
And remember, I'll be remembering you!
                         Deanna Edwards

If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mother's arms,
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love and miss her,
and when she turns to smile.
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day.
But there's an ache within my heart,
that will never go away.

Every time that I smile,
Every time that I sigh,
I think of your face,
And a tear escapes my eye.
You were my world,
My inspiration and my heart,
But when you left me,
I thought I would fall apart.
You were my best friend,
My one true 'confidante',
And that's not all you were,
You were also my mom.
I didn't want to live without you,
But you would have wanted me to,
And if there's anyone I want to make happy,
That anyone is you
I would have given anything to have you back,
But I know now that it was meant to be,
For you are still watching from up there,
And I know you're watching me.
I'll make you proud mom,
I'm going to fulfill your wish,
You're going to see me and smile,
That's a daughter's promise.
© Allie B.Quaglieri

    
You were my mother and my friend,
Which was unusual.
Somehow our characters still blend:
Your wisdom and my will.
I turned, and you were there for me;
I spoke, you understood.
I felt cared for, but also free;
You loved, and I was good.
I'm fortunate that I was born
To someone just like you;
I love you still. Though you are gone,
You live in what I do.

Mom, I dreamed of you last night.
You stretched out your arms and hugged me tight.
And just for a moment there it seemed
That your touch was real, not just a dream.
I had talked to God just hours before
And told Him "Lord, there is nothing more
That could satisfy or comfort me
Than for my mother's face to see."
God heard my prayer and through His grace Mom,
I looked upon your face.
I felt your hug, your love, your touch -
The very things I needed so much.
There is a void in my life still -
A place that no one else can fill.
But precious memories I have of you -
And I have God to lean on too.
So Mom, until that glorious day
We walk hand in hand in Heaven I'll pray
That once again through God's loving grace
I'll feel your touch and see your face. 
                            Clara Cavin Kleinpeter