She believed that by teaching me all these things, she would never have to shed a tear over a wayward son. While many people knew my dad, my mom was only known to a few. She taught me to make the right decisions and reminded me about God’s kindness and love for me. My mother also taught me to take care of others and the difference between right and wrong. God who had called dad into ministry was faithful enough to take care of us. We always wished dad could be home more often. She spent countless lonely hours taking on the challenges of raising us and making tough decisions by herself. Dad travelled frequently preaching the gospel while mom stayed at home with us. She also emphasized on the importance of keeping your word. If you start anything, always make sure to complete it. Over the years I have tried to emulate her the best way I could. She would always say, “It’s not as bad as it looks”. She taught us to always focus on God’s grace and not the sacrifice. Mother always insisted on never magnifying the sacrifice. This taught me to always listen to the word of God no matter the circumstances. They obeyed without question and at whatever cost. Mom and dad purposed to do the will of God. From this experience, we learned a valuable lesson-there is always a reward for those who endure hardships and obey God (2 Timothy 2:3). When dad stopped pastoring in his ministry, we went through difficult times for a few years. Mother’s devotion to God and love for my dad was absolute. Through her example, we learnt to push on even when things seemed impossible. This affectionate sample tribute to my late mother can't even express the smallest love and gratitude I have for her. She was the poster child of a godly mother. I thank God everyday for what mom taught me through the years. With this sample tribute to my late mother, I want to tell you and the world you'll always be in our hearts.Ī mother’s heart is the child’s classroom. I hope you are in a better place looking down on us and nodding your head in approval. I wish you could be around on my wedding day, when I walk down the aisle. But you’d have been proud of me on my college graduation. I wish I’d have gotten the chance to say goodbye - one last hug. Could I have missed out on something that others get from their mothers? I’ll never know.Ĭould you have warned me about the boy who broke my heart to pieces? Would life still be the same for me? Would life have been easier with you around? I often wonder what lessons you’d have taught me if you were still around. I remember getting into trouble for giving my little brother wedgies, or for eating too much candy. The only memory I hold is the withering photographs and the faint memories. I often wish you could come back and see my beautiful sister. I long for your warm hugs every time my heart is broken. As a single mother, you provided everything we needed. The only thing I remember is your persistence and fiery attitude. I haven’t the slightest clue where you could be in the afterlife, but I really wish I could see you again.
Most times it feels like it was yesterday, and other times it feels like it’s been hundreds of years since I last saw your warm and bubbly face. You passed on just a few months after I turned 10. No one can really understand the pain of going through life without such an important part of you. Note: header credit: crazy-frankenstein.No words can describe the feeling when I realize you would’ve been 42 years old today. Let me share with you my art, a part of my heart–my Poems from the Heart. Share with me the rhyme, the music, the mystery, and the magic that each verse brings. Such is the depth of poetry–it bares the emotion and the very core of one’s being.Ĭome, let me share with you dear Readers my poems, let us travel in time, relive the past, live in the present, and explore the future. If written from the heart, each poem becomes a work of art, an expression of one’s self, of one’s feelings, a reflection of one’s soul. Yes, all poems are written from the heart, if they are not, they might as well be ordinary written material–writings that fade with time. Writing poems which has always been my great passion, reading poems, and lately reciting poems, together with my desire to put them in a repository and share them–these are the reasons why I have decided to put up a blog containing the poems that I wrote from my heart, from childhood till now that I am an adult. If you are new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS Feed. This I ask and the rest of your children, too
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