Hello again,

My grandfather loved his mother very much, I’m told. He wrote this sometime after she died.

Down that pathway called mourning
I’m drifting again
And in childhood, once more I shall be
Just as carefree and happy, as in the days when
I sat on my mother’s knee

No harm could befall me when mother was near
In her arms I found comfort and peace
And from sorrow and trouble and heartache and fear
I would soon find sweet, welcome release

When bad dreams awoke me, teardrops would fall
As trembling, I lay in my bed
My mother was there, and in voice sweet and low
Would sooth me, softly she said:

“Fear not the darkness, soon it will be light
Fear not! There’s no cause for alarm
Mother is with you, all through the dark night
She’ll protect you and keep you from harm”

Now mother has gone, but her memory lives on
And when troubles to plague me today
When fears do beset me- as in days of old
I still hear dear mother say:

“Fear not the darkness, soon it will be light
Fear not! There’s no cause for alarm
Mother is with you, all through the dark night
She’ll protect you and keep you from harm”
T.W. Carpenter

-Daniel