She Sings to Me

January 15, 2013 at 9:09 am · Filed under Family, Good stuff, Poems ·Tagged celtic woman, Charles L. Mashburn, mother, poetry, she raised me up, story, writer, you raise me up

I was riding my exercise bike this morning, listening to one of my favorite CDs, and just looking around the room. My eyes fell upon a copy of my book, Be Still, and I gazed at it, thinking what a wonderful picture of Mom it is that adorns the cover of the book. As the song, You Raise Me Up (Celtic Woman), began to play, all sorts of thoughts rushed through my mind, and the following poem was written shortly thereafter.

She Sings to Me

When I was a child

She sang to me

And continues singing today

Songs not of words

And without accompanying melody

 

Truth be said

She doesn’t think she can carry a tune

But what she doesn’t understand

Though she’s beginning to

Is the song she sings is her life

 

No, she’s not perfect

None of us are

But she is the beautiful person

God made her to be

And she has shared her song

Not only with me

But with all the world around her

 

I dwell on the song her life is

And in my heart I thank her

For raising me

For you see

She didn’t just train me

In the way I should go

And help me to be who I am

 

Throughout my life

She has raised me up with her prayers

And placed me on God’s shoulders

So That I might be all that I can be

 

There is no higher place

No place I’d rather be

And tears well in my eyes

Each time I count the blessing

Of the mother God gave to me

 

Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn

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