April, 2000

This book of memories,
I give to you,
Of special times,
We've lived through.

Some sentimental;
Some quite serious;
Some amusing;
And others hilarious.

These remembrances
Mean the world to me;
Because they're of you,
They're special, you see.

By:Sheila Weaver
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A MOTHER'S DAY APRON
April,2000

Do you remember,
A long time ago,
We kids were little,
And couldn't sew?

We wanted to make
A gift for you;
We had the idea;
But our abilities few.

We had a square cloth,
And a strip for a band;
We said, "Momma, don't look,
But sew together, if you can.

"We cut a red heart,
For you to sew on;
Making a pocket,
For a nice a-pron.

You pretended not to know;
But I'm sure you knew;
Yet acted surprised;
When it was for you.

(note to mother)
Mother, I've always wanted to be more like you.When I think of you, I think of a selfless; patient; thoughtful, and encouraging person, all in one small package

OUR HOME
May, 2002

Our home was special,
Because of you.
I felt secure,
Day and night through.

I wasn't aware,
Of sacrifices you made,
But thinking back now,
There were many, I'm 'fraid.

By:Sheila Weaver

FALLING OUT OF THE CAR
May, 2002

Remember when I,
Fell out of the car?
I hung on to the door,
But not very far.

I remember waking up,
With my head in your lap.
I asked, "Where am I?"
(Just like a sap!)

I hurt pretty bad,
But oh, how I milked it,
You spoiled me rotten,
So I wouldn't feel it.

Till this very day,
Banana pudding I eat;
To comfort my pain,
When It runs too deep.

By:Sheila Weaver

PLAYING WHIZ BANG
June, 2002

I remember you hard at work;
I remember you playing too.
We'd all get on the floor,
And have a game with you.

With decks in hand,
For playing Whiz Bang.
Reaching over each other,
How our voices rang;

"Fitchy, fitchy, fit, boom, ugh!"
Trying for our goal
To make the first play,
O'er the floor we'd roll.

By:Sheila Weaver

A COMPOSITE OF MANY CHRISTMASES
June, 2002

Christmas was always,
A special delight;
Stories 'bout Jesus,
On that wondrous night.

Tempting aromas,
From kitchen would pour;
Turkey, mashed taters,
Home made noodles galore.

The grandest of feasts,
With your loving touch,
And as we'd sit down,
You'd say, "Its not much;"

Off to the boys room,
We hid out to wait,
Hoping that Santa,
Would not be too late.

As we grew older,
And we all knew,
We'd still wait for Santa;
Was that for us---or you?

By:Sheila Weaver

HOME FILLED WITH LOVE
June 2002

Thank you, for giving me,
A home filled with love;
You and Daddy, together,
And God up above.

You never quarreled,
As some parents do.
I learned love is forever,
And it's still true.

By:Sheila Weaver

SPORTY SHORTY
June 2002

As I think back,
Of memories of you,
I'm surprised at the memories
That start to come through.

I see you bending over,
Touching hands flat to the floor;
Your knees never bending,
And you never got sore.

Actually, It wasn't,
Such a wondrous feat;
Seeing the floor's
So close to you seat.

By:Sheila Weaver

"LET YOUR CONSCIENCE BE YOUR GUIDE"
June 2002

You taught me to be honest,
And not to lie.
You created my conscience,
Where,---IT WILL NEVER DIE !

Showing you trusted me,
I didn't want to risk,
Losing that trust,
For just any task.

I never ever wanted
To hurt or disappoint you,
But knowing I did,
Hurt me, more than I meant to.

By:Sheila Weaver

(Mother, you've always been there for me, even when it was hard for you. You accepted Tommy as a son, even though we eloped at seventeen. Thank you so Much!)

CLOTHES YOU MADE FOR ME
June, 2002

Thanks for the many dresses,
You made for me.
I always looked stylish,
As anyone could see.

Sometimes my tastes
Were a little far out;
Remember the chemise--
Where the back pooffed out?

I remember squaw skirts;
Poodle skirts and more;
Formal hoops for graduation;
And can cans galore.

By:Sheila Weaver

(Thank you for being
An example to me;
Raising me to love God;
He's everything to me.

Mother, I found you in the Bible.Read Proverbs 31: 10, 26

LAST MESSAGE FOR MOTHER'S DAY BOOK

You were there to hold my hand, when I had Tom Jr. so young. You hurt with us when we found out that Bobby had learning problems and was going blind. When our house burned, you were there. When we went to Africa as missionaries, you didn't say a word against it, although, I knew you disapproved. Thank you for not speaking out loud how you felt.
Love,Sheila