My Mom, Words Cannot Express

Mom

My Mother was a remarkable woman who, without much help, raised four boys in trying times and taught the value of living a life filled with appreciation for friends, family, gifts and talents.  She loved sports, her dog Buffy, a good brownie but most of all her family.  This entry is dedicated to her and the things she loved and the things she cherished.  Below is her favourite poem which we, her sons, had all memorized at a young age and truly have written upon our hearts.

In Loving Memory: Merlyn Jenson Wright / May 13, 1933 - October 29, 1993

Abou Ben Adhem - James Henry Leigh Hunt (October 19, 1784 - August 28, 1859 / Southgate, London

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

As Mother's Day approaches I always find myself thinking more and more about my mom.  Her birthday often coincided with Mother's Day and I can't help but think of how life would be different for me, her grandchildren and now her great grandchildren.  She would have been in her glory to have all these little ones glamoring for her attention, anxious to read books with her or play cards on the floor.  She was an exceptional, caring and supportive mother with an unlimited ability to give of herself.  I love to see how my wife has incorporated many of the grandmotherly things my mom used to do with our kids now that we have our own grandchildren.  Almost twenty years have passed and not a day goes by that I don't think of her and miss her more than words can express.