I had lost my Mother on Dec. 22nd, 2004. She was born on May 24th, 1919.
At her Funeral I read aloud this Poem for her.
Ever On-ward, Ever Up
Let me Reap and Hold Thy Cup
Where life’s Fertile Rivers Flow
Let Me Reap and Let Me Sow
Help Me Give to God & Man
The Best of All, The Best I Can
Author is Un-known
This is what my Mother was like. She was always there for me. Making sure I had nice cloths to wear, food to eat, a education, and teach me right from wrong. She taught me Manners that most people have forgotten. I have never forgotten this poem. It remains in my memory and always will.
Thank You.
PHOTOJOURNAL OF CORKER2 
Beautiful poem and photo ❤
How fortunate your mother was and is so loved, Les. She sounds very special, and this poem and tribute to her is so sweet.
Thank You, Jet. My Mother was a bit on the Stern side. However, she kept me in line when I did wrong. Despite not having my Father around, she had a tough job. He left her before I was born. The Image is of her & my Father taken in London, sometime in 1944. Mom was stationed at the Allied HQ during the bombing of London.
You mother did a great job raising you. Wonderful tribute to a wonderful woman.
Thank You!