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My mom filled the house with music

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, MAMA

How many memories I have of my dear sweet mama, now in heaven four years. To honor her, I want to repeat a poem I posted awhile back because it has such good memories of who she was. She was a delightful lady, full of fun, music, and love of others.

GREAT GRANDMA

Your greatgrandson is only four
but he’s heard the songs from the forties.
“Abba Dabba Honeymoon,”
“Me and My Shadow,”
“Playmate, Come Out And Play with Me,”
“Teddy Bear’s Picnic,”
songs you sang to Gayle and me
when she was three and I was four
and more.

Maybe someday he’ll get to meet Mrs. Doodenlopper.
She used to come take care of Gayle and me.
She looked like you.
We said, “You’re our mother!”
She always replied, “Oh no,
she’s at the store. She’ll be home soon.”
Then we would have tea
and giggle
when Gayle was five and I was six
and more.

He’ll never get to see the doll furniture your made
for Gayle and me
from orange crates
with a hammer, nails, and your butcher knife
when you were pregnant with Wayne.
It made a dandy kitchen with
empty thread spools for knobs.
We wore them out playing house
when Gayle was six and I was seven
and more.

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

I love Christmas carols. So many times we hear the music, but don’t know the words. They have a tremendous message about Christmas! I thought it would be neat to post Hark the Herald Angels Sing.

Hark the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled."
Joyful all ye nations rise; join the triumph of the skies,
with the angelic hosts proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Hark, the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King."
 
Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come, offspring of a virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see; hail the incarnate Diety,
pleased as Man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel!
Hark, the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King."
 
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings, risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by, born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth.
Hark, the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King."