You ask us, “What is a mother?”
You ask us, “What is a wife?”
So often we really can’t answer
As long as she’s with us in life.

Now one year has passed since she left us
On that journey one must make alone;
One year, since her dear Father called her
To sit at the foot of His throne.

Of course we children have missed her
And often have longed for her touch;
The same touch that used to bring comfort
When the trials of youth were too much.

And the one who promised to love her
On that day that he first called her wife,
Finds a strange and sad empty feeling
Has become much a part of his life.

But we know that one day we’ll see her
As she rests in her heavenly home
When Jesus, our saviour, has spoken
And tenderly bade us to come.