I remember one of my Dad's favorite songs was entitled , Give Me My Flowers.
written by the late, great Rev. James Cleveland. My dad sang this song a lot.
The memorable words are "Give me my flowers while I yet live
so that I can see the beauty that they bring." It goes on in another verse to say,
"Speak kind words to me while I can hear them, so I can hear the beauty that they bring,"
Sometimes we don't take the time to tell people just how much
they mean to us. When they are gone, they can't smell the
roses you never got around to giving them. So, this Women's
History month, I am giving all women their flowers while they
can yet hear, but especially, to the Mothers, who keep watch,
love endlessly, and most of all, pray for our safety throughout
our lives. I know for a fact, that my mothers prayers
kept our family and yet cover us, even though she is no
longer is our presence. So, to our Guardian Angels,
I am telling you that you are loved and appreciated while
you can hear the words that so often go unsaid.
A
MOTHER’S TEARS
No one sees a mother’s tears
silently cried throughout the years.
No one knows the secrets she
keeps hidden under lock and key.
God alone knows the endless
hours has spent on bended knees
Praying for her family.
No one knows how many times
she awakens at night
At the sound of every
siren,
Feeling her heart sink to
the floor,
Silently praying until her
child makes it through the door.
No one knows the
disappointments that choke her heart,
As with each breath she
fights to keep things from falling apart.
Everyone takes for granted
she will always be strong,
So, she bares everyone’s
burdens her whole life long.
Bravely she presses on,
Never complaining,
Always smiling, gentle and
loving,
Working tirelessly.
She is always there for you and me
A pillar of strength for all
to see
No one knows the tears she
has cried silently,
No one knows the endless
hours she has spent on bended knees.
Praying
for her family.copyright Patricia Newman-Harris