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A Mother's Circle of Life Love Song

What does a writer do with strong feelings .....write.  A tribute to my Mum.

A Mother’s Circle of Life Love Song ~ Sheri Gammon Dewling ~


Good night sweet girl, Mum said as she tucked me in each night.

May my loving arms enfold you and protect you from the fright.
I know you like to be awake and join in all the fun.

Now it’s time for you to sleep. Tomorrow will soon come.

Bless your heart, Mum told me as I learned, fell down and grew.
May you face each day with kindness and continue to be true.
I know the right decision isn’t always plain to know.
Now it’s time for you to lead.   I’m proud to watch you grow.

Good night sweet girl, I told her, as I watched her body fail.
May the love of family guide you as your spirit starts to sail.
I know you cherished life on earth, where your joy has always played.
Now it’s time for you to sleep – no need to be afraid.

Bless your heart, I said to her, as she took her last, slow breaths.
May your journey of grace continue in this new phase some call death.

I know you gave the best of you, right from the very start.
Now it’s time for us to trust we’ll never really be apart.

Good night sweet girl, I said to mine, on that very night.
May you dream sweet dreams of GrandMama and hold her memory tight.
I know you’ll feel the same as me when my day comes along.
Then it’s time for you to learn this circle of life love song.

Good night sweet girl, I said that night to Heaven from my bed.
May you rest well knowing your teachings are with all that you have bred.
I know you still hold me in your arms with each and every fear.
Now it’s time for you to rest having left a lasting footprint here.

An answer came from Heaven as I tried to sleep that night.
I will always hold my family when they have to feel a fright.
Bless your hearts as you pray for me but it is just my body gone.
Have faith, take comfort, knowing a Mother’s circle of life love song.


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