My Mother Was Love

by Corinne

This is the piece I plan to read at my mother's funeral tomorrow

My Mother Was Love

My mother was love
Her love spoke softly and gently with words
Loudly and fiercely with her heart

We knew her grace and patience
As a mother, sister, wife and friend

She loved the parents who traveled across the ocean
To make a better life

She loved her children
Whom she didn't always understand
But still accepted and embraced

She loved her husband
He took care of her
And she, him until he left this life

She loved her friends
She loved bingo, even though she seldom won
She loved doing puzzles, reading and rummy
She loved to sing
Whether standards, or The Beatles
Singing moved her, and we smiled
When she lifted her voice
And our spirits, in song

She was glamorous and beautiful as a movie star
Yet wasn't above making funny faces

She bore emotional and physical pain
With dignity and quiet courage

There is a picture of a waterfall
With a quotation from Corinthians
That hangs in the room I slept in last night
That says what I've been trying to say here:

"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast
It is not proud"

So I say
My Mother Was Love

November 1, 2009