January 17, 2011 with 1 Comment

Poem to my Mother

She’s taught me all I know
She loves me when I’m low
She knows just what to say
And when to kneel and pray

She’s always there for me
No matter how she feels
She’s patient to no end
She’s more than just my friend

She hears me when I ramble
She holds me when I stumble
She helps me not to fumble
When walls around me crumble

It doesn’t matter when
Nor what nor where nor why
She doesn’t ask what if
Contented near to sit

She works without a thought
To praise, success or bliss
Her eyes are fixed on His
When all she wants is naught

There’s not a day that passes
When I don’t wish on this
My life to be like hers
And then just more like His

I love her just because
She’s all of that and more
She’s everything that’s warm
That’s why I call her home

Euvrena Heriveaux (Nana)

Hi Lina,
I like that beautiful poem. Are you a mother yet? would you consider travel to the northeast–CT for Mother’s Day, May 8th to preach? It is a small Baptist congregation and we are not sure if we can afford all the expenses but we sure would like to have a christian woman speaker on that Sunday.
Thanks