A TRIBUTE TO MOTHER
by Charlotte Larsen

When Mother was born the Queen of Sweden's name was Charlotte and so my
little grandmother named her first little girl Anna Charlotte.
I think that when God makes folks he singles out a few and gives to them a saving
grace just as he did with our Wonderful Mother, because she was so very special.
Our Mother had great spiritual strength. Her devotion to the truth, her absolute
knowledge of the truthfulness of the gospel, the rare quality of friendship which
gave her the ability to inspire her friends to improve with her.  The light of the
Gospel shone in her eyes. She was an inspiration to all of us. All who knew her
loved her.  Her pleasing personality won for her many friends.  She had the art of
making every one welcome in her home. She was the happiest when she could do
something for others - whether it was a bowl of soup for a neighbor, or a pan full
of cookies.  She was a wonderful cook (the 5 gallon crock was always filled with
cookies).  Her children always felt free to bring their friends home.
She lived for her children.  But to her the greatest accomplishment in life was
the lovely home life she created for her husband and nine children.  Six of whom
are living, supporting them in their every endeavor, giving them spiritual guidance
and love, and today in unison they can say - "Mother was the source from which I
derived the guiding principles of my life. " A family united in love and loyalty is
lovely to behold and lovelier to experience.  It means that the full understanding of
what home and family meant to each of them. It means that Father and Mother
shared every experience possible with their children so that they knew they belonged.
They knew they were important and knew that they were considered and beloved from
the beginning.

A Tribute To My Mother
by Charlotte Larsen

She had to learn to smile through tears
And hide her heartache well,
She found life's beauty through the years
In homey things that tell.

She lived to comfort others' grief
And still the ruffled calm,
In God & peace were her belief
In truth & love, her balm.

No rest for her through weary hours,
Until a wrong was right.
No time for her in peaceful bow'rs
Until the dark was light.

Ah God, in heaven let there be
A lot of children there -
To seek contentment on her knee,
With her their laughter share.
And may there be some hungry folks
That you will let her feed,
And just a house to keep in shape
With gardens she can weed.

She never wanted rest, dear God,
Just strength to do her task.
Let her have this, Thy will to serve,
I'm sure 'tis all she'll ask.

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