'Bringing In The Sheaves' Poem by Fran Spear
'Bringing In The Sheaves'
You're gone
my mom
You stayed as long as you could
and me, the one who cared for you
all the years
all the tears
the two of you, my dearest mom and dad
and I didn't even get to say good-bye to you
at the end
you were just gone
Mother's Day I read my poems, my Bible
to the Psalms, your favorite one
saying you sang it out as a child
'We shall come singing -
bringing in the sheaves'
95 years you adorned this world and made it such a better place.
I miss you dear Mom
singing - 'We shall come singing -
bringing in the sheaves'
Nor can I cry, for you feel yet here? not gone, not gone
nor dad, not gone, not gone
Missing you both on 'Mother's Day'
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10/30/2025 6:30:57 PM # 1.0.0
Mother's Day I read my poems, my Bible to the Psalms, your favorite one saying you sang it out as a child 'We shall come singing - bringing in the sheaves'...... i adore my mum..... i love you my mum. 95 years you adorned this earth for me and before me......... love this poem praising your beloved mother.. i lost my mother. she was only 38. i understand your words and i cry in my heart eve now everyday for her......... thank you dear poet. tony