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

For Mother's in light of Mother's Day (coming up)

With Love from my Daughter Lauren Danielle

Mother Dearest

Love ~Lauren

Now, mother dearest of all the world, I know hard you try

I know how hurt you may feel when things just don’t go right.

I see how hard you strive, to fulfill our family needs,

and save for last your very own precious, precious pleas.

And though at times you may struggle through, I can always look forward to your smile

and mother dearest of all the world, it carries me for miles.

As you speak of God’s adoration, you walk with a joy-filled pace,

as everyone can see it on your bright and shining face.

To hear your laugh, and see your face aglow,

Spreads peace and cheer, yes this I know.

Our voice and character seem alike, and I hope this will foretell,

my future self being just like yours or even half as swell.

Now, mother dearest in all the world I know how hard you try.

But you need not try at all, for you always get it right.

Motherly, Daughterly Walk

Out on a lovely night

What, a wonderful sight

Look, at the bright shinning moon

For our motherly, daughterly walk.

Drawing beautiful memories across the sky

Our bond draws closer, the tighter it ties

The sun is setting

No one is fretting

‘Cause we’re walking our motherly, daughterly walk.

‘Round the corner

We’ve past the former

So many streets

Just for our feet’s…

To walk our motherly, daughterly walk.

It’s just like our life

Somewhat full of strife

Up and down hills

Support each other through thrills

Lean your head on my shoulder

‘Cause now I’m much older

I’ll support you

What ever we’re goin’ through

On our motherly, daughterly walk

Tears fall from our eyes

And you sympathize

Our special bond

Has grown real fond

On our motherly, daughterly walk

Sad you may feel

Grief I may steal

To make you happy once again

To make you happy once again

On our motherly, daughterly walk

We pass by the lake

Let’s pour in our aches

Give ‘em all up

Refill our cup

On our motherly, daughterly walk

“hmm~hmm~hehe”

You fill me with glee

Now tears of joy

Will deploy

Soaking your back

We’ve a laughing attack 

On our motherly, daughterly walk

That great big smile

You’ve carried a long while

I’ve still got a long way to go

At times it’s a frown

When it’s upside down

At these times you must know

Love is a healer

Not just a concealed

It’ll supply you all that you need

Until He comes on that bright shinning steed

On our motherly, daughterly walk

I love you…Lauren Danielle April 25, 2005

Author Lauren Danielle Klapp Copy right©2004  All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use or reproductions are prohibited.

Mini Me

September 12, 2009

So when you are a wee small child all you want to do is grow up and be like your mom or dad, right?

Then some where along the way as you grow older things begin to change and you realize maybe “not so much”….perhaps they really haven’t done the best job of raising you, being married to each other, or what ever the case may be.


Then once again as time carries on and you get even older you get married, have your own family you realize perhaps you may have been a tad bit harsh on ol’ mom and dad and begin looking up to them once again. If you are blessed enough to have them around while you are married and have children you begin to reminisce about the olden days with them in front of your kids; making light of what used to really bother you as a child. All the while carrying through with the same relational interactions your parents had with you, with your children.

Again, as time passes and you grow older and relationships age as well, you realize you are becoming more and more like your parents than you ever imagined was possible.

Why?

How?

Is this a natural course of events?

Surely…you did not desire this…plan this…in any way facilitate this.

If anything you tried over the years to keep this from happening. There were times you saw signs of parental similarities. Immediately you tried to snuff them out! (Apparently to no avail.)

It’s not just the physical similarities it’s the mannerisms and the driving forces and personality traits that are becoming more and more pronounced as time goes on.

What’s more…..your spouse - they too are becoming like your parents spouse!

Is this really happening? Is this for real? Can this be stopped in motion? Turned around?
Are you really your mother’s …your father’s mini me?


I don’t know.

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