Mothers Never Really Die

Helen Steiner Rice


Death beckoned her with outstretched hands
And whispered softly of an unknown land
But she was not afraid to go
For though the path she did not know

She gently took death by the hand
And journeyed to the Promised Land
And there with steps so light and gay
She polishes the sun by day

And lights the stars that shine at night
And keeps the moonbeams silvery bright
For mothers never really die
They just keep house up in the sky

And in the heavenly home above
They wait to welcome
Those they love….q