It has been in the same place for almost twenty years above the steps leading up to my kitchen. A fixture of sorts, like a Rembrandt painting on the wall. Some would think it’s only an old green book in a well-worn state when they see it. Well, to many, it is only an old…
The tear drops fell down from her face The day we said good-bye It was the last time I saw My darling mother cry Little did I realize her smile No more I would see Or visit her and Dad again And enjoy their company. Mother left us some time ago To be with God…
She never raised her arms in violence, But she taught us how to fight. She always did her deeds in silence Teaching her children wrong from right. Stand up, be proud, have courage Were words we oft times heard her say You must be good unto your neighbor, Helping him along his way. Your door…
