~♥ For My Mom ♥~

"The Watcher"
by Margaret Widdemer

She always leaned to watch for us,

Anxious if we were late,

In winter by the window,

In summer by the gate.

And though we mocked her tenderly,

Who had such foolish care,

The long way home would seem more safe

Because she waited there.

Her thoughts were all so full of us,

She never could forget!

And so I think that where she is

She must be watching yet.

Waiting till we come home to her,

Anxious if we are late,

Watching from Heaven’s window,

Leaning on Heaven’s gate.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom...

It's been 20 years since you went home to be with the Lord

and there's not a day that goes by that I do not miss you.

♥ Kim

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