I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake, with which I’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart.
~Lisa
Don’t think of her as gone away, her journeys just begun.
Life holds so many facets, this earth is only one.
Just think of her as resting from the sorrows and tears, in a place of warmth and comfort,
Where there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing that we could know today how nothing
but our sadness can really pass away.
Think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched.
For nothing loved is every lost, for she was loved so much.
God has opened his gate for a Queen.
~Carol
A Mother’s love is something that no one can explain.
It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may.
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away.
It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking.
And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking.
It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns.
And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems.
It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation.
And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation.
A many splendored miracle mand cannot understand.
And another wonderous evidence of God’s tender guiding hand.
~Michael