I recently attended the funeral for Jan Welte’s sister, Jeanne. This poem was written by their mom many years ago. It touched my heart and thought it might yours too. (Diane Hunt)
Mother, I’m Home!
Every afternoon about a quarter of four,
The peace and quiet ends with the slamming of the door.
And then I hear familiar words in the same familiar tone,
“Mother, O Mother, Hey Mom, I’m home.”
It’s “Mother, I got an ‘A’ in Math,
And was Mrs. Green a grouch.
Hey, can I have a bite to eat,”
As the coat gets thrown on the couch.
Then there’s “Where’s my shirt or where’s my shoes?”
And I just shake my head.
“They’re wherever you last put them
Before you went to bed.”
But the day will come when they’ll be gone.
And have children of their own
To hear the same familiar words,
“Mother, Hey Mom, I’m home.”
And to me the words will be memories,
But one day when God calls His own,
I KNOW I will hear my children
Calling, “Mother, Mother, I’m home.”
For God gave me the privilege
Of telling my children the way,
And hearing them ask Him to save them,
And wash all their sins away.
For since each of them know the Master,
If first He should call me home,
One by one I’ll wait for their voices,
Calling, “Mother, O Mother, I’m home.”
by Flo A. Toms (Jan Welte’s Mom)
Jan Welte, is the wife of our President and CEO, Bill Welte.