A Special Mother

 

I have had several mothers

Over my lifetime

And this one whose remains lie here

Is forever etched on my mind.

 

Besides my biological mum

She is there at the top,

I tell you, I shall never forget her,

No matter what.

 

From Branker’s Gap to Martinique,

To Field Place, Bayville,

Wherever this gracious lady relocated

I could visit her at will.

 

Her family is my family

Her home one of my cool-out spots,

Never a word of bad advice;

She was definitely tops.

 

My wife was her daughter;

She said so with words and hugs

And when she called me that one, Stewart,

I would merely shrug.

 

Often in our telephone calls

She would send kisses for Lynette,

However, in this moment of confession,

She never got one yet.

 

And now she has gone from us

I’ve a lot of catching up to do,

If only she could come back to us now

Lynette, I’d give those kisses to you.

 

She has left a great legacy

In her children that remain,

Five of them having predeceased her,

Four must carry on the strain.

 

Her life, a musical tapestry,

Will never be forgotten

For the pages whereupon she wrote

Are her children and grandchildren.

 

This special mother indeed

That has touched many a life,

Has lived her life primarily for others

In her sojourn of sacrifice.

 

Many can therefore testify

Lillian Moore was a gift from God

And while today we mourn her passing,

Her life we must applaud.

 

My wife joins me today

In saying, Mum Moore, you have done well

And quite a few are still remaining

That will your legacy tell.

 

Your children and your grands

And all those that will follow hereafter

Will continue to uphold your legacy

In the moments of tears and laughter.

 

 

 

Rest in peace Special Mother,

You are among the best

For though your mortal remains are interred

Your spirit is free and at rest.

 

Stewart Russell © March 6, 2025