The Watcher

 

Mother/Daughter

         2 Corinthians 5

“Absent from the body, present with the Lord”

 

The Watcher

She always leaned to watch for us,

Anxious if we were late,

In winter by the window,

In summer by the gate;

And though we mocked her tenderly,

Who had such foolish care,

The long way home would seem more safe

Because she waited there.

Her thoughts were all so full of us,

She never could forget!

And so I think that where she is

She must be watching yet,

Waiting till we come home to her,

Anxious if we are late–

Watching from Heaven’s window,

Leaning from Heaven’s gate.

Margaret Widdemer

Leaves of Gold

1948

In loving memory of my sweet Mother, Mae Walton West

December 24, 1931 – July 1, 2013

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2 Responses to The Watcher

  1. Shirley: What a beautiful and fitting poem. So sorry that you lost your mom, but as you say, I know she’s watching you. Lots of love and prayers at this time. Jeannie

  2. Janyce Dudney says:

    A lovely sentiment for a beautiful mother from a loving daughter… God bless you.

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