Dear Mother,
Angel on high,
oh, how I miss thee.
Since the moment you left us,
there has been this harkening,
for your words of comfort,
for some kind of sign.
The least little sign
that over us you watch.
Oh, how deeply missed,
are so many things of who you were,
in the holding of your hand,
the whisper of your radiance smile,
the gentle touch of your beautiful soul,
to heart to heart and back again.
Though you be gone, you do live on,
and on and on forevermore
in the heart of each
who've ever gazed upon your smile,
and felt it's warmth,
who've ever looked into your eyes,
and caught glimpse of your pure white soul.
Oh, how I miss thee Mother,
Mother St. Patricia.
~~~~~~
Patrica D. Cluck
March 17th, 1937 to May 2nd, 1991
Gone, but not forgotten.
Happy Birthday, Mother.
this picture was taken just before we lost her, and it is still hard to see all her pain, behind her smile.
