and buckled leather shoes.
That rolled my hair in pin-curls
for Sunday morning do's.
Homemade cakes they baked and iced
for family and friends.
They hung out clothes upon the line
secured with wooden pins.
Mother's hands were full of love;
gentle was her touch.
Her hands were busy dawn 'til dark
because she loved so much.
I wrote this in memory of Mother, Peggy Williams
Your love has given me much joy and comfort...
your kindness has often refreshed the hearts of God's people.
Philemon 1:7
At Christmas time we miss our family members who have gone on to Heaven, and treasure wonderful memories.
That rolled my hair in pin-curls
for Sunday morning do's.
Homemade cakes they baked and iced
for family and friends.
They hung out clothes upon the line
secured with wooden pins.
Mother's hands were full of love;
gentle was her touch.
Her hands were busy dawn 'til dark
because she loved so much.
I wrote this in memory of Mother, Peggy Williams
Your love has given me much joy and comfort...
your kindness has often refreshed the hearts of God's people.
Philemon 1:7
At Christmas time we miss our family members who have gone on to Heaven, and treasure wonderful memories.