A Mother Who Never Grew Old

Ancestral trauma and ancestral gifts...we receive both.

My mother's mother died at 20 when my mother was 2 years old. My mother died at 38 when I was 8 years old. My mother wrote this, and it was engraved on my grandmother Ruth's tombstone. It is clear where my talent for writing poetry came from.

I share her sentiment completely.

"God made a wonderful mother,

a mother who never grew old;

he made her smile of the sunshine,

and he made her heart of pure gold.

In her eyes, he placed bright shining stars,

in her cheeks fair roses you would see.

God made a wonderful mother,

and he gave that dear mother to me."

~ Allynn Gillum Earls