Yolanda C. Strawder

August 23, 1974 - December 10, 2021

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 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 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 will “light up” the stars that shine Through the night And Keep Moonbeams “sparkling and bright.” And then with the dawn, she will put the darkness away And the sun “scours” the sky to 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!