Mother - Vina Violet Paulson

Mother

***

I stop to ponder; words to find,

All my mother means to me,

Her family with love did bind,

Lives now with Christ eternally

When I was infant child so small -
She nurtured, loved and cared for me,

She worried so when I did fall,
Through ills she nursed me carefully.

As I progressed through boyhood years,
She put up with my childhood pranks,

With much laughter and some tears,
She pulled me through, I give her thanks.

She listened well to all my trials,
Never bored, she’d want to know,

She added wisdom; always smiles-
To brush away my fears and woes.

I’m now a man with children too,
And grandchildren, it goes so fast,

She parents on, fresh points of view
She’d share with everyone who’d ask.

And though she’s gone from earthly sight,
I feel her presence everywhere.

She tells us still we’ll be alright,
And she’s still here with loving care.

Mom I love you this you know,
 And some day in a future time

I’ll see your face, Christ says its so,
In God’s pure Love we’ll be sublime.

***

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 5, 2009

Written before Mom’s funeral/committal
Posted on the anniversery of her death May 19, 2009