(For Mother)

Born to a preacher and his wife
Her childhood filled with pleasure
A loving, Christian family
To them, she was a treasure

All grown up and married young
She soon became a Mother
To seven living children
Born one right after another

There never was enough money
Though Daddy worked so hard
For a miner's meager wages
Beaten down and scarred

Mother did her best to manage
Her growing family's needs
Sometimes she felt like giving up
Too many mouths to feed

Her siblings looked on her with pity
But she took it in her stride
Loving her husband and children
She carried herself with pride

Widowed after forty years
Her children all on their own
Mother held her head up high
And with her life went on

Grandchildren and their children
She bounced upon her knee
And loved them as she had her own
They filled her life with glee

Just one day past her seventy-ninth year
Mother quietly went to sleep
Gone from us forever
God held her in His keep

Our Mother had a hard life
As on this Earth she trod
But now she walks in sunshine
Arm in arm with God

Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
July 17, 2005
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