The First Time
to the cemetery that day, was the longest, I thought it would never end
I was saying good bye to my closest and dearest friend.
the first time I called out to you, and there was no reply.
The tears came, I just had to sit down and cry.
time I went to the post office to pick up the mail
And couldn't take yours to your house, I thought my heart would surely fail.
time I wanted to go home and couldn't make that trip up the road
Because you were gone, you'd made Heaven your abode.
time I went home from church and the phone didn't ring at nine
I couldn't talk to you and know you were doing fine.
time I picked up the phone to make a call to you
And realized you were gone, to cry was all I could do.
thought how lonely it would surely be
Never getting a call from you saying come on up here to see me.
time at the grocery store after you had died,
As I passed by all the things you loved to eat, I cried.
Thanksgiving I sat in the empty lot where your mobile home used to be
Crying my heart out, eyes so full of tears I could hardly see.
snowfall after you were gone
And you weren't here with me when my dog Wooley died and I was so alone.
things made me realize even more
How much I'll miss walking through your door.
watched fireworks on July fourth, cartoons on Christmas Day
Doing those things without you just isn't the same.
time I put my Christmas cards up on my door
I remembered, this time I couldn't put up yours.
calendars that became expected of your family and friends
I can't buy them any more, when you died that had to end.
daffodils I saw, the spring flowers that you loved
I know God has a flower garden, just for you up above.
how you always remarked on the first day of Summer
The longest day of the year, time to work in the flower garden, no time to
able to buy you cards for all your special days
The very first time I visited your grave.
time I saw the heart shaped stone on your grave
I remembered how much love you always gave.
Mother's Day without you brought me so much pain
But I know you're with Jesus and will never hurt again.
But of all
the first things I've experienced in this last year
Hearing your voice brought to my eyes the most tears.
I found it
in a drawer where I'd placed it so long ago
A tape of you singing praises to the Lord that you loved so.
been the first year of the rest of my life
It's been filled with sadness and so much strife
But as God
is my witness, I'll carry on with what He has for me
Until your beautiful face in glory, again I will see.
I love you
mom, and miss you so much.
There will never be another with that sweet, loving touch.
loving daughter, Mary.
Dorothy Bailey and daughter
Mary Osborne and Carrie Kinyon
thoughts put into rhyme by Carrie.