Mom's Poem

In Her Sweet & Gentle Arms
In Memory of Loine Mottishaw

Mother, if you came to me
On one, magnificent night,
Your radiance would shine as with
Effulgent, joyful light.

At first sight, most apparent,
Would be your soothing smile,
The delight of it we’ve sorely missed
For such a long, long while.

Once again, you now walk gracefully,
With dignity and ease,
What transport, yes, the ecstasy,
No more arthritic disease.

You would speak! And oh-
Would we not listen and obey!
Your lyrical, encouraging voice
What bliss it would convey!

You’d tell of your emergence
Into daybreak so sublime,
A Holy Love was guiding you to
“pass through the veil of time.”

You’d relate of meeting loved ones,
Embracing Steve & Jeff at last,
A moment with President Hinckley
While a throng of spirits passed.

What else would you say, Mother,
What more might you bestow?
I believe you’d plant within our hearts
This best earthly course to follow…

Refuse to be afflicted,
By those who are unkind
“Lose yourself in serving others”,
I know you would remind,



Arise, and shine forth, loved one
Take strength in God’s great way,
Be a guiding light now in this realm,
An example for today.


Keep your head above the crowd,
Stay sure, not swept along,
To be faithfully obedient
Is the one way to stay strong.

Again, I wish to be enwrapped,
In her sweet & gentle arms,
And feel for just one moment
We’re away from all that harms

I know Mother couldn’t tarry long
In this grand and glorious vision,
But, how lovely to see her well once more
‘Til the end of my own mission.


By Ellen Mottishaw, Loine’s Daughter
February 4th, 2008 (finished)