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poems are about Shirley's Mom,

who went to be with Jesus on 12/21/02

 

 The Pieces That Remain*     By Shirley 1/23/03

What do I do now that everything's over, and only the pieces remain?            

Will I ever let go of the fabric of life, that reminds me things aren't the same? 

My mind knows that memories are fleeting, so I hold each piece in my hand.  

For you see, I have need to remember, for as long as I possibly can.            

My Mom has now gone up to heaven, and some days are hard to get through.

The tears come with each piece that I part with, and the pain returns anew.

So if you suffer loss and are hurting, and are tempted to 'toss them away',  

Remember that memory is fleeting, and decide that the pieces can stay.            

*From the Poet:   Before Mom passed away, she had lived with my younger sister and her family for nearly 30 years and Jan was left to go through the "pieces" that were the fabric of Mom's life. Since Mom was a "collector," she left behind many photos, greeting cards, letter, etc.  While my sister was going through Mom's things, I received an email about how difficult the process was. She said: "We hang on to all that is left to hold; the pieces that remain, so we don't forget. You need to write a poem about that." Perhaps  you have lost a loved one and are torn about what to do with the "pieces that remain." Let God lead you through the process; trust His heart to lead yours.

 

 

Lord, Bless My Mother           By Shirley 10/21/02*

I said a little prayer today and this is what I said: 

"God please bless my mother, as she lies upon her bed. 

Give her peace and comfort, whisper in her ear,

Tell her how You love her, that You hold her near."                                 

"Lord please guard and keep her, from your throne above                                

Tell her too for me, Lord, just how much she's loved.

Bring to mind her family who prays for her each day 

So she'll know we love her, more than words can say."

*From the Poet: A year or two before Mom went to be with Jesus, she reached that point where she needed constant care. By this time, Mom was deaf, could not see well, even with her glasses, and was unable to walk unaided. In October 2002, we almost lost Mom. I sent this poem to my sister via email and asked her to read it to Mom and prayed Mom would hold on until I got to see her 12/5/02. Praise God, Mom rallied and I did spend four wonderful days with her, just 2 weeks before her home-going.