I wrote a poem back in September 2004. It is called Look Above. When I wrote this poem it was because I could see that my Mom got her strength from God. She died in October 2004 so this poem is actually quite special to me. My Mom was a wonderful lady who was very active in sharing her love and acceptance with all people.
Let me tell you a bit about her
When she was able to walk she very often went into our town centre with a shopping trolley. In her trolley she would have tinfoil containers of homemade stew or soup. I even caught her once with a bag full of Mars bars. She would go looking for the homeless and she would give them food and a contact for help.
There was once a young lad that my Mom really loved who she would go looking for. His name was Nigel and he was a runaway. My Mom very often took in the kids that were constantly outside our house or those that were left alone. She had worked in a children’s home and also for the N.S.P.C.C.
My sister found Nigel not long after my Mom had died and he was still on the streets and on drugs. He was a real mess.
When my lovely Mom got ill
Seeing her in a wheelchair and unable to wash or dress herself only aged 52. Seeing her not able to walk more than a few steps, was so hard on my family. She was our warrior Mommy and she took all the blows for all of us. She protected us from everything she could.
In her last three years we had to learn how to look after her.
All the years and all the love she had invested in raising her three Aspie kids and coping with the ups and downs of being married to an Aspie. Now it was our turn to show her that what she had always done for us had not been for nothing. She was our world and the person who made this world make sense.
So as we took care of all of her physical needs.
As we bathed her, dressed her, cooked her food and kept her home how she liked it. She prayed, she didn’t hide the fact that she hated not being able to do what she wanted to do, but she never once stopped believing that there was a plan. It’s God’s plan she told us, I don’t like it but I know God’s plans are to prosper not to harm. God works in mysterious ways!
We watched her cling to God, we watched her sing with Jesus and we heard her cry in the Holy Spirit.
I’ve been really missing my Mom these last couple of weeks,
BUT… I remember what she taught me and always through her loving example. I remember how much she loved me, I know she wasn’t perfect and boy did she have a temper….but she only ever wanted what was best for her family.
When I find myself struggling, I have this visual in my head of my Mom writing down her final instructions to me, my sister and my brother from her life support machine.
“Find Jesus and love one another!”
Writing helps me to express,
I can’t talk about what I’m dealing with, at the moment, but I can share where I get my strength from.
Here is my poem that I wrote for my Mom,
I will also be sharing this poem on my other blog “Listening through the Loops”
by Alienhippy (Sept 04)
As time goes by we see courage
From people we know or we love
When we’re least expecting to see it
We see someone we know turn above
A person gets strength from believing
And encouragement from feeling their worth
In times of trial, we curl up and cry
This instinct we are given at birth
To take all our problems inward
Makes our hearts break our minds ache
To give in to prayers and petitions
Is the thing we should do as we wake
The fear we feel of the unknown
Is what makes us take on all our woes
But when we learn to trust in the Lord
The worry and pressure….. it goes
God gave us His Son our example
For our sins he felt pain on the cross
So when we are lost and don’t know where to turn
We should follow our saviour…..Jesus