JUST CALL ME A SPECIAL NEEDS MOTHER

I work every day on laundry and cooking like all the other mothers do.

My job is never done at the end of each day,

for there's always something not through.

But aside from all the ordinary responsibilities there's even more to my daily chores.

For I've got a child who needs special help so my duties involve a bit more.

We go to doctors no one's ever heard of and we've even tried special diets.

I read and research for a new treatment or plan then pray hard as to whether to try it.

And there's appointments to make and sometimes break for all kinds of therapies.

While the things I do may sound overwhelming .

God has equipped me for every new task..

And when I've needed wisdom for a hard decision I found He gave it when I simply asked.

The things I get done before each setting sun could probably be done by no other. I'm strengthened by God, I am not superwoman.

Just call me a "Special needs Mother"

Author Unknown

POEM'S PAGE

Reflections of Memories

Reflection on my memories, they dance in my mind.

You went home to heaven, and I'm left behind.

I struggle for meaning, I try to understand,

how all of this fits into God's plan.

I walk through the pain of grief and despair,

I had to let you go, but I still wish you were here.

As time goes by I gain insight,

for I'm still here, to keep up the fight.

Visions of you soaring on high,

free as a dove , you take flight.

I know your are free ,

eternity it will last,

All your pain will be in the past.

After life's storm, the rainbow appears,

the answer to questions only God can reveal.

To be in his presence,

you'll be there,

we will no longer feel pain and despair.

I look forward to that day, when it's His face I see.

We will be together, just  you and me.

Until that day comes,

we hope for the cure ,

so no other families will have to endure.

My work here continues awhile,

I'll refect on the blessings and remember your smile .

For you are free now, go soar in the clouds.

Sing with the angels and stand on holy ground.

Refections of memories will be mine for now.

Writen by:  Lorrie De Bord

This poem was written for The Memorial service held in Chicago In 2001.