These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Shakespearean Sonnet: "Heavenly Birthday, Mom"

Her days on Earth became a lasting mark,
and now I live to carry on this task.
For passion comes from just a little spark,
and daily deeds are all, that God will ask.

She lifted voice to fill the air of Earth
these 93 years ago today, I trow.
For history was marked by her dear birth,
and gifted days as she did daily grow.

A man-child twice she bore upon the knees.
A husband borne. She helped his service thrive.
His words through sons lost souls God often frees.
Three years now freed, she'll ne'er be caused to strive.

God gave her birth these three times known,
and called her Home. To Him, she's flown.

by Jay O'Toole
on August 12th, 2020