Mother's Memory

There is a special memory,
My Mother solely owns,
Christmas Morning, a nursery,
Just her and I alone.

The hospital seemed hushed that day,
The nurses at their tasks,
My Mother held me where she lay,
In loving hands, I basked.

A babe I was, just two days old,
So new to life on earth,
Not used to hunger nor the cold,
I'd left His arms at birth.

Why was I here? What did I do?
He seemed so far from me,
Where was the Heaven I once knew?
I must have wondered, see.

Then came the sound from down the hall,
Beautiful Hymns of love,
Mom heard nuns in the earthly pall...
...I heard Angels above.

I'd barely left them recently,
Memories fresh in mind,
It seems they'd not forgotten me,
And sang along in time.

What a Heavn'ly gift we received!
On that cold, Christmas Morn,
Angels came to sing, They perceived,
My ache since being born.

We must have smiled, Mother and I,
Hearing these Hymns of Praise,
A special gift from up on High,
Showers of Godly Grace.

Now when I hear the lovely sound,
Of Sisters chanting songs,
I feel Heavenly Hosts around,
And know where I belong.

I thank the Lord for Mom, I do,
She shared her memory,
For her, the recollection's true,
For me, it's Heavenly.

© CTherese, May 8, 2004
For my Mother, Therese Gill
Happy Mother's Day!
Thank you for sharing that beautiful memory with me.

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