I Remember mama

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I Remember Mama

The memories of my childhood
settle softly on my mind
Such magic little memories
I gladly search to find.
Then, I remember Mama…
with my face against her breast.
She held me tight and cradled me
until I calmed to rest.
I don’t remember much about
the first few early years
But, I remember Mama…
as she dried away tiny tears.
There was no place I’d rather be
than enfolded in her arms.
Her kiss, her hug, her loving touch
and all her magic charms.
On bath days she warmed water
on the old black kitchen stove.
She’s fill the big tin tub we had
to bathe all those she loved.
I remember mama…
in the garden pulling weeds.
I really hadn’t thought of them
when we had planted seeds.
She scrubbed the floor, she fixed our meals,
And then she mended sox.
Nothing went to waste at home;
she’d save it in a box
She sewed our clothes and mended them,
with tender loving care.
The butter churned, the food was canned,
and she was always there.

I remember mama…
in the service of the Lord
She went to church and served him,
And would never brag a word.
I remember Mama…
when she’d asked us all to give
She taught us to serve others,
A far better way to live.
“Example” was her way to teach,
we saw it every day
Yes, I remember Mama…
following Christ… that is her way.
I remember Mama…
working hard to save enough,
To tend to needs of family
And buy important stuff.
Pretty dresses made for us
by Mamas precious hands.
Teaching us to work and sew
and how we could expand.
She had much weight to carry,
of which we never knew,
But I remember Mama…taught us
“ don’t complain…just go and do.”

Written for my ‘Mama”, Marian Osborne, on her 80th Birthday. 
IlaMae Stucki 10/14/2010