Violets for Mother

As I sauntered happily down the windy lane
Through the shady glades and quiet sunlit dells
I smiled and thanked the Lord for bearing my pain

Throwing my head back I shouted with glee
As I remembered the times when I gave up all hope
With joyful cry I gave thanks to the Lord for carrying me

My heart raced, my eyes shone… t’was Gods grace
That abundant love through faith in Jesus Christ
That had bought a smile to my aching face

Round a bend in the rocky windy way
A little clump of Violets bloomed
A sight so pretty and sweet they made my day

I stooped to pick a posy
A pretty smile came to mind
My mothers face I wanted to make all rosy

When troubles come always remember
Winter follows close behind summer
And now it is past the end of December

4th February 2012
By Adam R. B. Reeve