Wednesday, December 23rd, 2020
“Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come.
She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her happy; her husband too, and he praises her:
Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Give her a share in the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her in the city gates.
gives me blue skies,
and tells me no lies.
gives me strength when I am weak,
and wisdom to be meek.
fills my darkness with light,
on a cold winters’ night.
makes me laugh,
and leads me on my path.
is this so true,
it is you, Mother, YOU!
~Charlotte A. Robinson
In This Very Place
Your spirit is woven into the fabric of this very place
Every corner, every shelf reveals remnants of your special touch
Christmas gifts of long ago still adorn the walls of this sacred place
Family photos of yesteryears all with a story to tell
If only this were but a childish game running and laughing, all covered with love
I hear you in the chimes letting me know you’re near
Hummingbirds with their ease of flight…shows me the beauty and complexity of this life
As I hear the tick tock of the clocks, I can hear your laughter in the distance
Remembering the comfort and strength in your warm embrace,
Remembering your sacrifices in all you did, making life sweeter
Everything has changed, nothing feels the same, hard as I try reality continues knocking at my door
Go away, go away…Can’t you see you’re not welcome in this place.
This was hers, this was ours…wishes and dreams unfulfilled, it’s all left undone
Questions linger, the obvious one of why…it’s beyond our understanding.
Has she traveled to all the places she once dreamed of, was there a welcoming of those who had gone before?
No pain…walking and running freely, perhaps even flying or floating about.
Today as I looked in the sky, filled with billowing white clouds I paused to wonder…
Thinking to my self, and saying…can she see me, is she proud of me,
Am I doing and being the best person I can be? When will I see her again?
Mom, I miss you so very much and I love you more than I was ever able to show.
Until we meet again, you will always be in my heart, my soul…the very existence of who I am, always and forever…your daughter.
September 19, 2012 at 1:23am ©️
Shirley Lee Robinson
September 23, 1946 — June 22, 2012