Mom

A restless soul stood by,
Repressed for years on end,
Our needs to satisfy
And broken hearts to mend.

A firm but loving hand;
A calmly steady reign;
A sure and noble stand;
A fresh outspoken way.

Compassion, born of pain,
Remembered tenderly,
Beyond her passing day
On through eternity.

- Edna Huber (1971)