Mother Shiral Ann Stidham

December 5, 1947 - November 11, 2018

When we are children, we are happy and gay And our MOTHER is young and she laughs as we play, Then as we grow up, she teaches us truth And lays life's foundation in the days of our youth And then it is time for us to leave home But her teachings go with us and all that we did When we were so often just a "bad, little kid" We will often remember and then realize That Mothers Are Special and wonderfully wise... And as she grows older, we look back with love Knowing that Mothers are "gifts" from above And when she "goes home" to receive her reward She will dwell in God's Kingdom and "Keep house for the Lord She'll "light up" the stars that shine through the night And keep all the moonbeams "sparkling and bright." Then with the dawn she'll put the darkness away As she "scours" the sun to new brilliance each day... So dry tears of sorrow, for Mothers don't die... They just move in with God and "keep house in the sky." And there in God's kingdom, Mother's watch from above To welcome their children with their UNDYING LOVE!