Wow. I found it. For such a long time I have wondered where the poem went.
I bought a framed poem for my Mom probably 15 years ago in Ottawa. It spoke to me and said, “HEY, Stacey! This is all about your Mom! Buy me!”.
And needless to say, I bought it.
The poem, by J. Lemming so reminded me of how Mom used to love the sunrise. As a child I would lay in bed (okay, as a teen) and listen to her clanging pots and pans in the kitchen ..bright and early. She was up before anyone else – to enjoy the peace and quiet. I think there were times when she was up even before the birds. Soon, I’d smell the bacon or morning treat cooking. Wow. If that smell doesn’t get you up – nothing will. And so, without saying a word to us, my brother, Dad and I were up and sitting at the breakfast table with Mom. Her companion had been the rising sun all morning. She’d say to us, “Good morning, what a beautiful day!” And this would be whether it was raining, snowing, blowing, or some other form of nasty weather. And then she’d quote one of her favorite stories, “It was a lovely day and Dinky Duck was happy.”. Now, I had never read Dinky Duck, but I think this was a main staple for my brother. Mom loved the morning. Mom loved the morning.
Now, every morning when I get up I look to the sunrise and wish Mom a “good-morning”. It gives me comfort and reassures me that Mom is with me… especially when my family and I are on vacation in Myrtle Beach where the sun rises over the ocean. The sunrise, it seems, is sole possession of my Mom. I hung the poem I bought her right beside my bed so that when I wake up in the morning, I am reminded of the beauty of a sunrise. And I am reminded that I can soon expect to see Mom in the day’s rising sun.
For your reading pleasure, here is …
“Mom’s Morning Prayer”.
“Early in the morning
When the sun begins to rise,
I thank God for His
As I pray for sunny skies.
So sacred is the morning
As I kneel to say a Prayer
I am thankful for
In my life, His love to share”