Friday, May 8, 2015

Praise for my Mother

Helen and Ozzie
In two days we will celebrate Mother's Day.  I always think of  my grandmother because she suffered so much during her years as a mother.  Having her house boarded up and sent out into the desert with her children and a few things on a donkey.  Could I have ever done that?  So, in honor of our mothers and grandmothers, I share this poem that my own mother wrote for her mother.


PRAISE FOR MY MOTHER

Come, my precious mother, my song of praise will be for you
You, who has loved with her heart and soul, honest and true
In the “Old Country” known as Aintab, was the birthplace for me
Where the Turks killed so many Armenians, not a nice place to be

How you carried me next to your heart, wandering here and there
Saddened, heart-broken people, were scattered around you, everywhere
You managed to nurse and diaper me...(Oh Lord, I can’t comprehend how!)
It seems like a miracle, when I stop and think about it now.

You lost five of your children to the ravages of the Genocide
Your very soul must have cried, deep, deep down inside
Yet you held on to Christianity, reading your bible faithfully
knowing there is a Heavenly reward, kept you going remarkably

Like the wandering Gypsy, we moved, not knowing where to stay
Syria, Jerusalem, Italy, France, were the countries we tried along the way
America stretched out it’s arms to Armenians, in need of love and care
We found it to be the best–no more for us to compare.

I remember so well, in our young tender growing years;
When my brother and I sat besides you, bible in your lap, no more fears!
How sweet the stories were.  With childish delight we’d turn to God’s book,
As we snuggled close to you,...cozy in your own little “nook.”

During “depression years,” you worked and worked so hard, my dear mother
Never  hearing you complain, but praising God for bringing us together
Our big round oak table in the kitchen, was a fun place to be
Talking of happy things, laughing and eating, feeling very free!

Whatever my problems on earth may be,
Mother, you listen and tell me very carefully:
“Count your blessings my dear...you have many,”
“Name them one by one...you will then feel lucky!”

For our Christian fellowship, I am indebted to thee
Dear Lord....Sweet Lord...Bless my Mom for ME!

Azad 1981

1 comment:

  1. I truly believe her kindness, strength and compassion has made its way down the gene pool. Thank you Great Grandma, Grandma Ozzie and you Mama. Happy Mother's Day!

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