What mom's do...

God makes the day.  Family makes the day a joy.  Mom's make the day a ministry.

Irish Eyes...

Red hair, hazel eyes
Bright with life,
mischief, delight.

Red hair, hazel eyes
dimmed by rebellion
discipline too harsh.

Red hair, hazel eyes
filled with sorrow;
bad decisions,
heartbreak the consequence.

Red hair, hazel eyes
swept by strength;
refuse the victim
children her focus.

Red hair, hazel eyes
glimmer fades;
live with regret,
press on; what waits?

Red hair, hazel eyes
determined, hard;
give up?  Refuse.

Red hair, hazel eyes
weary, worn;
too many
bad days,
lonely nights,
dreams dashed.

Red hair, hazel eyes
ablaze with light,
smile restored;
happiness,
an island
found.

Red hair, hazel eyes
weak with disease,
filled with fear,
questions;
needing peace
wanting rest.

Red hair, hazel eyes
closed too soon;
hope a reality,
mountains our reminder,
eternity her destiny.

Red hair, hazel eyes
a memory now;
children her legacy,
Peaceful rest.
Irish eyes are smiling.
Miss you mom.