Things get done and things are left to do.
One day is hectic and another quite calm,
But somewhere in each day is a memory of you.
Then one day the calendar flips to "The Date"...
The date of your death and my unbelief.
All the memories of that day return:
The hurt, the pain, and the grief.
On this day I try to do what needs to be done.
But as the minutes of this day races on,
It seems each moment I only think of you.
Before I realize it, sorrow will turn to celebration.
I remember the smiles, laughs, and the special times.
I am thankful for what your life brought to me.
I can celebrate the many memories
And the very special part of you that is now me.
So on this day of remembrance I find
Time doesn't always ease the pain -- I still miss you.
But time can change the focus...
Soon a celebration of your life, not just the mourning
of you.
Linda Norton
"Mama's eyes" always watching over me
In times of trouble, nothing could disguise
There was always love in my "Mama's eyes"
I remember "Mama's eyes" as they looked to God in
prayer
They showed much concern, when I had a nightmare
As the years passed by, I come to realize
There was always love in my "Mama's eyes"
"Mama's eyes" watched me say my prayers at night
"Mama's eyes" taught me how to live right
Though sometimes I was bad, nothing could disguise
There was always love in my "Mama's eyes"
I remember "Mama's eyes," how they looked so proud
When I sung my first song to the church crowd
Though I could have done better, I come to realize
I'm a "star" that shines in my "Mama's eyes"
"Mama's eyes" were as warm as they could be
"Mama's eyes" always watching over me
In times of trouble nothing could disguise
Yes! There was so much love in my "Mama's eyes"
