Mother
Thank you, Mother, for giving birth to me,
And all the years of being all a mother could be;
I miss you more as each day goes by.
Wihin my heart, Mother, you will never die.
I remember every struggle we went through
And of all the times I leaned on you,
Through the good times, and through the bad
No better a mother could anyone have had.
You taught me love from the heart,
The values from which I pray never to part;
You gave me a gift worth more than things
And now your memory my heart sings.
You taught me of Jesus and His love for me
That can't be earned or bought; but is free;
The truth that will last after I am gone,
For He is there and I am never alone.
You taught me to trust only the Lord
To bring me through the rule of the sword;
For He would always be Saviour and friend
Through the ages there will be no end.
Though we had little of material worth,
I was always rich from my day of birth;
For the riches that matter were these
Taught by you, beyond what human eye sees.
These truths I truly always saw and knew;
But now I know they are even more true.
So today, please know I am finding my way
Closer and slowly to you. Happy Mother's Day!
By Bobbie Sue Boise
(C) May 2017

You always made me believe and dare to hope,
Even when it seemed there was no way to cope;
You always believed I could do or be anything
As long as I bowed to the will of the King.

You gave me the ability to aspire to be my best,
To keep on trying until the day I would rest;
But I was deceived in so many cruel ways
And that blinded me through many of my days.

Now, I see things are not always as they seem
Sometimes the least can be the true dream;
You always knew and trusted that was true
And you had faith I would learn it too.

Life is a lesson, a test of what we are,
A way to find what sets our hearts on fire;
What we believe, what we will become
And hope we find truth before we're done.

I only wish it had not took so long for me to grow
To learn what you always seemed to know;
It is not what we have, but who we are inside
That matters when there is nothing left to hide.

Thank you for never ever giving up on me,
Though it be late, the truth I finally see;
Our best is not always seen by the eyes of men
But in the eyes of the Father we always win.

By Bobbie Sue Boise
November 11, 2016
 

Life is but a moment in time
As you find your way and I find mine,
Searching for answers we long to know
Dreaming and planting a seed to grow.

How I wish I could freeze it forever!
So it could be forgotten never;
But we are here with lessons to learn
Though nothing truly can we ever earn.

A moment in time is but a seed
Planted for the harvest we need;
A thought, a hope, a forgotten dream
And the wondering what does it mean.

Time is short, age only an illusion
Until the moment life is done;
I've always felt something more
As if I've passed this way before.

Only God knows why I am here,
And only He can still my fear;
So when at last I sleep or so it seem
I know I will awaken from this dream.

By Bobbie Sue Boise
July 2, 2016

Where did life go; all the days of my youth;
All the years of searching for the truth?
I have become like my mother so dear
And I have come to my darkest fear.

It seems I was so young yesterday
With carefree days along the way,
Though I was ignorant of that magical time
When I could make believe the world was mine.

I was loved more than I knew then
Content to be a dreamer without sin;
But temptation came to lead me astray
And drove innocence and purity away.

Soon I was raising a family of my own
Content to dream I would never be alone;
But time swiftly flew by and it was so
That I hardly saw my children grow.

Now, those days are there in the past,
And I have seen and know well time does not last;
Sometimes, I wish I could go back to then
Just once again before life comes to an end.

Though time and fate have been unkind,
Leaving me in this world, left behind;
I have learned what treasures life is made of,
For in the end, there is only love.
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By Bobbie Sue Boise

July 2, 2016

Everyone always seems to be looking for the rose,
The one who always strikes the viewer in any pose;
And I agree the rose is beautiful and has much power
To carry the interest of men more than any flower.

I have thought upon these things for quite awhile,
The beauty of the rose can always bring a smile;
But what kind of a flower  garden would there be
If there were only roses there for anyone to see?

All flowers are beautiful in their own unique way,
The iris, the daisy, the lily, the aster; too many to say;
Perhaps that is the reason why the differences exist,
For each has a way of making the others shine in the mist.

Perhaps that is the design our Creator had in mind
When He created man of many colors, makes, and kind;
Perhaps the difference is what makes beauty shine
In the eye of the beholder whether sighted or blind.

I've always thought of my dear sweet mother as the orchid
Overlooked for the rose for beauty can sometimes be hid
From the eye that does not see true beauty or realize
The orchid is the most beautiful of all; at least in my eyes.

So I will appreciate all the beauty in God's flower garden,
And be thankful the best gifts are not for sale or to earn;
One day we will all understand even the forgotten mum
When we at last open the door and discover wisdom.

By Bobbie Sue Boise

It has been years though it seems a day
Since the day you had to go away.
I miss you more by the passing of a year,
And comfort comes when I feel you near.

I never believed I could face a day
When you were no longer here to say,
"You can make if you will believe
In the Lord's promise to relieve."

Once there was promise in my heart
As you taught me from the start;
But it grew dim when you left me
And I no longer knew what I could be.

Now, I know what you tried to say,
And I thank God for another day;
As we believe we shall one day be
And I choose to let my heart see.

You were one of God's gifts to me, Mother,
I know It really could have been no other.
I'll be with you again when time has no say,
With Him a thousand years is as a day!

By Bobbie Sue Boise

I humbly thank You, Lord, for everything,
For life, for laughter, a song to sing;
For family, for love, a gentle, kind word,
A tender touch, all these I long to hoard.
I thank You for my wonderful mother
Whose role could have been filled by no other;
Who was always there every day of the year
To guide me and teach me to care.
Beside all mothers, mine shines like a star
For I was blessed with one so rare.
And though she be gone back to You,
Her presence is still here, always true.
I thank You even for the pain and tears
I have known throughout the years;
For the precious people You sent me
All these things that form what I will be.
I thank You, Lord, for seeing me through
When all I could rely on was You;
And for reminding me on this of all days,
This Mother's Day, of Mother and all her ways!

By Bobbie Sue Boise
May 10, 2015

                                              Paternal                                      Maternal
Great Grandfather -             Duff Chadwell                           
Great Grandmother-            Elizabeth                                     
Grandfather -                       Samuel Chadwell                       WM Lawson         
Grandmother-                      Nancy                                         Julia
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Father -     Alvis LaFatte Chadwell 
Mother -    Ida Mae Lawson
Siblings-    Nancy H. Canada (Granville Brown); Daughter- Ethel Mae
                  Billy Woodrow Chadwell (Cora); Son - Billy Jack                          
                  Lula Mae Ellen Prewitt (Albert Lee); Daughter-Bobbie Sue
                  Mary Evelee Chadwell                                                                Grandchildren -  Travis, Tyler, Chasity 
                       
      
                   


    

A ragged old woman by the side of the road
With traffic passing; just going on;
"I'm okay," she cried, loudly, carrying her load,
"My work is done and I'm going Home."
"My treasure's not laid up here on the earth,
For through my trials I know I've done wrong;
But redemption has brought me a new rebirth
And very soon now I'm going Home.
I won't be ragged but dressed like a lady,
My riches are in Heaven around His throne;
And I won't be hungry. Father, I'm ready
To leave this world behind; I'm coming Home."
The people passed by her and laughter rang out,
Just a crazy old woman in the world alone.
They mocked her each time I heard her shout,
"I'm okay. Don't worry 'bout me. I'm going Home."
A ragged old woman by the side of the road.
Still and lifeless; at last her pain is gone;
A smile frozen on her face; He lifted her load.
She's not cold or hungry for she's gone Home.
By Bobbie Sue Boise, 2002