May you rest in peace mommy and watch over us as our Guardian Angel for you are an Angel in Heaven as you were on Earth! O God, Who has commanded us to honour our mother, have compassion in Thy mercy, on the soul of my mother; forgive her for her sins, and grant that I may see her in the joy of eternal brightness. Through Christ our Lord. Amen. God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be, So He closed His arms around you, And He whispered "Come to Me". You do not deserve what you went through, And so He gave you rest, God's garden must be beautiful, For He only takes from the best. In time we saw you sinking, We watched you fade away, Our hearts were almost broken, You fought so hard to stay. But when we saw you sleeping, So peacefully from pain, We could not wish you back, To suffer that again. If you had spoken before you died, These are the words you would have replied, "Weep not for me, but courage take, And love one another for my sake." The moment that you died, Our hearts split in two, The one side filled with memories, The other died with you. We often lay awake at night, When the world is fast asleep, And take a walk down memory lane, With tears upon our cheeks. Remembering you is easy, We do it every day, But missing you is a heartache, That never goes away. We hold you tightly within our hearts, And there you will remain, Life has gone on without you, But it never will be the same. For those who still have their moms, Treat him with tender care, You will never know the emptiness, As when you turn and she is not there. Memory is life's sweetest gift, Please, God, forgive a silent tear, A fervent wish my Mom was here. There are others, yes I know, But she was mine, I loved her so, Dear God, take a message, To my Mother in Heaven above, Tell her how much I miss her, And give her all my love. If I had all the world to give, I’d give it, yes, and more, To hear her voice, see her smile, And greet her at the door. But all I can do, dear Mother Is go and tend your grave, And leave behind tokens of love To the best mother God made. I like to think when life is done, Wherever heaven may be, She’ll be standing at the door Up there to welcome me.