Quiet Moments

When I was young I used to love
to sit upon your knee.
I’d gaze into your loving eyes
as your arms enfolded me.

Your gentle kiss would stir
the golden tendrils of my hair,
as whispered sentiments of love
we quietly would share.

We’d read a book together,
the same time after time.
I knew all of the words by heart,
you didn’t seem to mind.

When darkness fell you tucked me in
and gently kissed my cheek.
You’d wish upon a shooting star
the Lord my soul to keep.

The years have passed so quickly,
death parted you from me.
I hope you know how much it meant
when I sat upon your knee.

Gazing to the heavens,
as I quietly reminisce,
I’d give a million of those stars
to feel your gentle kiss.

I’d give all my tomorrows
to hear you read to me,
and remember those quiet moments
when I sat upon your knee.

Quiet Moments – By Louisas Lodge

I remember, as a little child,
The safest place in the world was in your arms.
So soft and sweet and strong.
It is where I remember being little best.
You would rock me and sing hymns.
I can hear your sweet voice now in my heart.
And as I grew up, it never changed.
You where always my shelter.
You gave me my childhood.
You defended me even when I was wrong.
And when you left, I was a child again.
I needed shelter, and, for the first time found none,
Sometimes a lifetime is not enough.
I wish my children could know your sweetness.
In some small way, they do.
Because all that is good in my sweet mother,
all that is good in me, came from you.
Rest in the safety of your Fathers arms.
I know He holds you now as you held me.
I know He is proud of the life you lived,
of the love you gave. We were all so lucky.
We still need you here.
But you loved us enough, gave us enough
to comfort us until we meet again.
 
I love you so much.
Miranda