It's That Time Again...

    Mother's Day  

I post this poem I wrote every year!

         In Loving Memory of my beautiful, beloved mother

      

 Loretto Rose Byrne Driscoll

Passed November 12, 1992

OH How I Miss YOU Mom!

Good Memories

I remember the swing in my neighbor’s yard.
It hung down from a big oak tree.
I remember my friend Buddy,

Meeting me there and swinging along side of me.

I remember my Daddy sitting with me,
Faithfully, each and every night,
I remember him saying my “Good-night” prayers,
I remember his kiss before he shut out the light.

I remember writing my first worship song.
I was, but a wee little child.
I remember how my Mommy sat and listened.

I remember when she said, “I love it!” with a smile.

I remember when I got lost one day.
My Mommy found me and made me an egg.

I remember how she made me feel so loved

By the little things she took the time to say.

I remember when I had no hope

When I gave up on life itself;
I remember when Jesus called out my name

I remember when he heard my cry for help.

I remember all the joy Jesus brought me.
I remember all the peace.
I remember all the healing,
And all the sweet release.

I remember when I first met the man,
The father of my sons,

I remember when I just knew

That he was the only one.

I remember when Joshua was born,
Jeremy and Jacob too;

I remember all the joy I felt

How it filled me through and through.

I remember when my heart was pierced
Beyond my ability to cope;
I remember how my precious Lord
Came to me and brought me glorious hope.

I remember when I thought that I
Would never see my sons again;
Jesus took control for me;
made things better then.

I remember when I met the man
I saw in my dreams of past.

I remember how I loved him so.

How I promised my love to last.

I remember when my joys were born.

My precious daughters whom I love,

Lauren Danielle and Kelly Woo;

such gifts of love from above.

I remember all these good times

I remember some bad as well.

I just choose to magnify the good ones.

And choose not on the bad, to dwell.

My mother, a great woman, whose life was very hard,

Always said to me as a child,

“Learn to remember the good things you’ve had,”

“And you’ll live a long, long, while.”

I’ll always love you Mom 

Me and My Mum