My daughter, Bethany, set a challenge on her Instagram to write a poem about where and what we're from. On what would have been my mother's 94th birthday, I decided to pen one for her in loving memory.
Constance Mary Helen 1926-2010
She was from carthorse and cauliflower
And taking baggin to the men
From lay preaching
And pulpit teaching
From polishing again and again
And taking baggin to the men
From lay preaching
And pulpit teaching
From polishing again and again
She was from learning not to ask for salt
In college days on the Mound
From book reading
And Africa needing
From Wesleyan hymn singing sound
In college days on the Mound
From book reading
And Africa needing
From Wesleyan hymn singing sound
She was from meetings and mission hall
And wishing she’d given Him more
From five day clubs
And vapour rub
From coughing until she was sore
And wishing she’d given Him more
From five day clubs
And vapour rub
From coughing until she was sore
She was from needle work and knitting
And serving with all of her love
From make do and mend
And hallelujah to the end
From kneeling before God above
And serving with all of her love
From make do and mend
And hallelujah to the end
From kneeling before God above
She was from teaching to speak and to sing
And visiting the shut-ins and infirm
From compassionate care
And selling Tupperware
From piano and the Robin’s Return
And visiting the shut-ins and infirm
From compassionate care
And selling Tupperware
From piano and the Robin’s Return
She was from watercolour and delicate art
From kindness and earnest endeavour
From cake baking
And dress making
Leaving a fragrance lasting forever
From kindness and earnest endeavour
From cake baking
And dress making
Leaving a fragrance lasting forever
Lovely poem Ruth
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories of our dear mother,
Thanks xx