Tributes

Mom's Love, Our Tribute©

 

She wore many names through her years— 
Barbara, Barb, Sis, Gram, and Mom, 
Yet most of all, she lit our way, 
A steadfast light, our constant calm.

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A valedictorian, sharp and bright, 
A student athlete, bold and true.
Yet in a world that clipped her flight, 
Her dreams remained, though paths were few.
She taught, she led, she gave her all, 
And raised us with unyielding care.
Her quiet strength would never fall, 
A steadfast light beyond compare.
Though few would know the weight she’d bear.

 

Her love, a river flowing deep, Through joy and sorrow, hers to keep. 
In every joy, through every test, She stood beside us, always near,
When trials weighed upon our chest, Her steady hand wiped every tear.

 

Though life was not easy, wrought with strife, 
Yet still, she gave with endless grace—
A mother’s love, her steady knife, 
Carved paths through shadows, time, and space.

 

She cared for us when times were lean,
And worked through every darkened day.
Her love, a light that could be seen,
A guide to lead us through the fray.

 

With patience vast, like saintly Job,

She faced the keys, her sacred chore.
Though we would pine to leave and roam,

Her will endured, unshaken, sure.
The piano’s notes, a quiet plea,

A lesson wrapped in tender grace.
Each chord a gift, her legacy,

Her hope to leave a timeless trace.
Her heart, so pure, knew no disdain,

It held no judgment, free from blame.
Through every note, she taught us right—

That love, once given, shines so bright.

 

At every game, at every show, 
though nerves would rise, she’d take her place,
Behind the stands, where shadows grow, 
yet always there—her proud embrace.
Though win or lose, her love shone true, 
her smile a beacon through the haze—
She cheered for us and others too, 
with love that sought no worldly praise.

 

Through every trial, her strength would shine,
A quiet force, a love divine.
No storm too fierce, nor night too long,
Her steadfast heart would keep us strong.
Her hands would guide, her voice would cheer,
Through every triumph, every fear.

 

Her heart, a drumbeat, strong and true, 
That led us through the day.
Her needs unsaid, her care secure, 
A gift she gave, no debt to pay.

 

Her voice, a melody, soft and rare, 
Wrapped us in love beyond compare.
Her joy, a song, her laugh, a rhyme, 
That echoed in each room she’d fill.
Her life, a rhythm marked by time, 
That taught us strength yet made us still.

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Her home, a haven, safe and warm, Where love endured through every storm.
And if you entered, you would find Fragrant magic, sweet and kind.
A symphony of scents would bloom, Softly filling every room.
Cookies warm with melting chips, A tender taste upon your lips.
Brownies rich with cocoa’s hue, And Congo Squares, both soft and true.
Brittle, thin as morning frost, Caramel’s warmth, no love was lost.
Each treat, a song of love’s embrace, A melody that time cannot erase.
Her gentle care in every bite, A soothing balm, her soul’s delight.

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She found the good and eased the pain,
Like sweetened treats, her love would reign—
No wealth, no treasure could compare,
To love so vast, beyond repair.
She wove a life of selfless grace,
And left her mark in every space.
Though she’s gone, her spirit stays,
A guiding light through all our days.
The greatest gift she freely gave,
A bond enduring past the grave.

 

Mom, we miss you, yet know you stay,
In every thought, in every prayer.
You walk beside us, come what may,
Your love, a constant presence there.
With every step, we find your light,
A steady glow through darkest night.
For in our hearts, you break the dawn,
And in our souls, your love lives on.

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