Mother Holy Card (127148)

She’s sweetest than the fragrances

That fill the dwell in spring,

A joy she is above the joys

That all the years can bring.

She’s dearer than the dearest friend

That I will ever know,

Her prayers ever guide me on

No matter where I go.

Her face is furrowed deep with cares,

Her hair is streaked with gray,

An rosary beads slip

through the hands

That first joined mine to pray.

And though the years

have dimmed those eyes

That were so lustrous fair,

‘Tis death alone can take away

The love-light shining there.

At night when kneeling down to pray

I thank our Lord above

Who was so good to give me

My Mother’s deathless love.