作者  John316.bbs@cef1.cef.org.tw (天上飛來的水瓶 ),       看板  CYCU
 標題  Fw: A Thought for Our Mothers
 時間  校園福音團契電子布告欄 (Fri May 12 23:12:13 2000)
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          Fw: A Thought for Our Mothers



From: Ira Lesmana
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A THOUGHT FOR OUR MOTHERS.

The word is full of sons and daughters like me.

I had a marvelous mother who loved me, sacrificed for
me and helped me in every way .. In all of my growing
up, through college and eventually marriage, my mother
was always by my side. And when I needed help with my
little ones, she was there for me.

Today, we buried that wonderful woman. Can you imagine
how I felt when I returned from the service and found
this poem in her desk drawer?

THE TIME IS NOW.

If you are ever going to love me
Love me now while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flows

Love me now while I am living
Do not wait until I am gone
And then have it chiseled in marble
Sweet word and ice-cold stone.

If you have tender thoughts of me
Please tell me know
If you wait until I am sleeping
There will be death between us
And I won't hear you then

So if you love me, even a little bit
Let me know while I am living
So that I can treasure it


Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt because I
never told her what she meant to me. Worse yet, I did
not treat her as she deserved to be treated. I found
time for everyone and for everything but I never made
time for her.

It would have been easy to drop in for a cup of tea
and a hug but my friends came first. Would any of
them have done for me what my mother did???

I know the answer. When I called mom on the phone, I
was always in a hurry. I am ashamed when I think of
the times, I cut her off. I remember the times I
could have included her and I didn't.

Our children loved grandma from the time they were
babies. They often turned to her to comfort and
advice. She understood them. I realize now that I was
too critical, too short-tempered, too stingy with
praise. Grandma gave them unconditional love.

The word is filled with sons and daughters like me.

I hope they see themselves in the letter and profit
from it. It's too late for me and I am sick with
regrets.

I've learned., that we should always leave our
beloved ones, with loving words and deeds, because it
might be the last time we see them.