Mom
Born near Galena of limestone and mines,
West 'cross the river, you left Illinois.
Raised near Lamont, a Hawkeye defined,
Fell deeply in love with a Masonville boy.
Four kids, a store, your faith, and your love,
Your family, your friends, your life, your embrace,
The life that you lived, gently guided above,
Toward kindness and peace,
With hope and with grace.
Near 80 years on, it's time for your rest,
A time for reflection, a time to regard,
To have known you, a gift, heavenly blessed,
To love you, so easy, to lose you, so hard.
Though we need to weep and grieve for you, Mom,
We celebrate you and your life and your joy.
Cause we know today that you're smiling somewhere,
Hand-in-hand with your God
And the Masonville boy.
Written by her son Jack (my uncle)
Born near Galena of limestone and mines,
West 'cross the river, you left Illinois.
Raised near Lamont, a Hawkeye defined,
Fell deeply in love with a Masonville boy.
Four kids, a store, your faith, and your love,
Your family, your friends, your life, your embrace,
The life that you lived, gently guided above,
Toward kindness and peace,
With hope and with grace.
Near 80 years on, it's time for your rest,
A time for reflection, a time to regard,
To have known you, a gift, heavenly blessed,
To love you, so easy, to lose you, so hard.
Though we need to weep and grieve for you, Mom,
We celebrate you and your life and your joy.
Cause we know today that you're smiling somewhere,
Hand-in-hand with your God
And the Masonville boy.
Written by her son Jack (my uncle)
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