Patricia Ellen Jean Eschbank
1939 – 2021

My mother has left behind some wonderful recollections of her life, however, with her sudden passing still so raw, I’m not ready to write about mum just yet.
    Instead, I would like to recall the following poem that was spoken at her mother’s (my grandmother’s) funeral in 1992.

Mothers Never Die – They Just Keep House Up in the Sky
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 wherever we roam,
For all that she taught 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”
Where she’ll “light up” the stars that shine through the night
And keep all the moonbeams “sparkling and bright”
And 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, MOTHERS watch from above
To welcome their children with their UNDYING LOVE!

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