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"MOTHER'S LOOKING O"ER MY SHOULDER"
Mother's looking o'er my shoulder, from Heav'n, reading every line; of Mother's Day tributes I write for her, sent by our Father Divine.
Mother's entertaining the angels, with all of her wit and charm; enjoying the beauties of Heaven I see her taking Jesus' arm.
I hear her saying, "Sweet Jesus", "Thank you for saving my soul"; Then I see Jesus gently hug her, mother's wonderfully vibrant and whole.
"You are my precious Shepherd" says she, ever faithfully watching your sheep'; "See there my Michael and Mary", oh Lord, "I pray you their souls to keep".
Oh, often I feel mother's presence, as o'er my shoulder she peers; smiling with that face of an angel free from all worries and fears.
I hear mother's voice softly whisp'ring in gentle breezes so lovingly dear; in butterfly's kissing a flower, ahhh, mother's fragrance still lingers here.
Mary Carter Mizrany© May 8, 2007
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I hear mother's voice softly whisp'ring in gentle breezes so lovingly dear; in butterfly's kissing a flower, ahhh, mother's fragrance still lingers here.
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