My mama cut the poem below out of a newspaper of some kind. It may have been The Market Bulletin , because she use to get that in the mail once a week. She also got The Atlanta Journal and Constitution. She was a voracious reader and read anything she got her hands on. So I don't know which paper for sure, but I do remember that she use to have it taped to her refrigerator for so long that it turned yellow. I asked her once why she liked it so much and she told me that it reminded her of her mama. She also told me that one day it would remind me of her.
Well, that was a long, long time ago...back in the days before home computers and such, so I used my old trusty typewriter and made a copy of it and later on even laminated it for her. It remained on her refrigerator for years. When she went into the Nursing Home, I took that poem off the refrigerator and brought it home with me.
Now it stays on my refrigerator…..
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 would forget
And so I think that's where she is
She must be watching yet.
Waiting til we come home to her
Anxious if we are late...
Watching from Heaven's window
Leaning from Heaven's Gate.
The longer I live, the more I realize how very smart my mama actually was. I know without a doubt, that my mama is there, at Heaven's Gate, waiting and watching for me to come home.
Thank You Lord for blessing me with a caring and loving mother.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.