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Mom October 2003

Today, my mom has been gone for 10 years.

As I remember her, I try not to dwell on that long heart-wrenching day we knew would be her last.  I want to focus on her person and on her presence in my life. At the time she left us, I was a stay-at-home mom of upper elementary to high school children, now most of my children have flown the nest, establishing lives and families of their own.  Now I am the grandma. I am sorry for so many missed opportunities, but so grateful for mom’s continuing influences in my life.

She rose from a difficult childhood, raised by a loved aunt because of a mostly-absentee mother, separated from her only brother, and never knowing her father. She married a farm boy and made a home for her family that she, herself, never experienced as a girl. She was a complex, sometimes strong woman who lived a (not always quiet) life of self-giving service to her family and was cheerleader for her daughters in their dreams and pursuits.

The hole she has left is felt in each of our hearts, but the bounty she sowed is reaped in the lives of her children and grandchildren.

Rock Me to Sleep

Backward, turn backward, O time in thy flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight.
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore.
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair.
Over my slumbers, your loving watch keep,
Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep.

Over my heart in days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever was shown.
No other care abides and endures,
Faithful, unselfish, and careful like yours.
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber’s soft calm o’er my heavy lids creep,
Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep.

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last hushed to your lullaby song.
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace
With your light lashes just sweeping my face.
Never, hereafter, to wake or to week,
Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep.

~Elizabeth Akers Allen

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