I found some letters in a box with memories of my mom
In the letters she describes her joy of mothering
At the time she lived in one room behind the church
Where Byron had his giggles and Ruthie had her curls
The weather cold and lots of snow up in Fort St John
Daddy teaching school a hundred miles from our home
My sister was the oldest and she wrote these stories down
The times she had with momma
I’ll sing them to you now
One day while driving in the car we got stuck in the mud
We all got out and had to walk a mile through the muck
At home all warm and dry she made hot milk with toast
It was our favorite treat to eat we all loved it the most
One day she started singing when she saw Robert and Lloyd
Their faces in the window watching her hang the clothes outside
How much is the doggie in the window she would sing
The feeling I remember and the warmth that it would bring
I got a new bicycle when, we lived in Prince George
Her laughter was contagious as she rode it round the yard
She always made me feel good even when I’d cry
She had a way of kissing make the pain just go away
When I was a little girl I would waken in the night
I saw my momma praying radiant in the candle light
With tears on her face her hands open in the air
Singing sweet to Jesus kneeling at the kitchen chair
She often sang at church I’d have a stirring in my soul
She prayed the Lord would heal her but was content to go
She beckoned me come near her just before she died
Jesus loves you Ruthie she said
I was standing by her side
I memorized the Lord’s prayer sitting on my mothers knee
Our father in heaven hallowed be your name
Her voice so gentle I recall the radiance on her face
Now singing sweet to Jesus with all of heavens saints