Raymond Garfield Dandridge
If I had mighty wings to fly,
I d soar aloft in youder sky,
And paint with fire, to never die,
One word—Mother!
Then far out on the desert waste,
In glist’ning sands again I’d trace,
So deep that naught could e’er erase,
One word—Mother!
I consider myself blessed. I had a wonderful mom. I remember the walks down the railroad tracks to my uncle’s house three miles away. We’d stop on the way and pick wild grapes and wild blackberries on the way to his house and the way home. When she cooked the macaroni for Sunday dinner, she’d always call me in from the pallor to test if the mostaccioli were done; of course they were. And, she’d always put a bit of her homemade sauce on it. I have lots of good memories about my mom and they all make me smile. Heaven got a good one when she went home.
To My Mother
Christina Rosetti
To-day’s your natal day;
Sweet flowers I bring:
Mother, accept, I pray
My offering.
And may you happy live,
And long us bless;
Receiving as you give
Great happiness.
Every time I think of my mom, I smile. She’s been gone a while, but the things she taught me have stayed with me.
Here are a few of the things my mom taught me.
What did your mom teach you? What memories of your mom make you smile?
“What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.”
If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been.
