Friday, July 26, 2013

From a Son to his Mother






Once            upon a time there was
                                    A little girl so pure.
                        Her body was not perfect,
                        Her walk was never sure.

She              grew up and soon she was
                                    A wife and woman true;
                        As mother she was steadfast
                        A shining light all through.

Oh                what a human she was,
                                    A friend and oh indeed
                        To all she met and came across
                        She never showed her need.

What          a true friend she was,
                                    She made her presence felt
                        Nothing was too difficult,
                        An angel in her dwelt.


great        and strong her courage was.
                                    Although her say was long
                        Never did her pain show through,
                        Her love for all was strong.

Oh                how her suffering was
                                    She showed a cheerful smile,
                        She carried all the family
                        Over stile and stile and stile.

Oh                dear god how good she was
                                    She has now gone to rest,
                        Keep her well, we miss her so
                        She deserves the very best.


By     Isaac  Swartzberg  her loving son

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