[dansangel]

Happy Autumn and TGIF to Poetry and Potpourri!

(((((((((HUGS))))))))))))

[JustAmy]

How about another poem by my Great Aunt?



MY MOTHER

My mother died when I was small,
Her picture hangs upon a wall,
And though she died before I knew
How much a mother's love can do
To smooth the way, to cheer, and bless
With kindly counsel, fond caress,
As often as I come and go,
I feel her presence, seem to know
Her sweet concern in all I do,
And that her love is deep and true.

And in my dreams sometimes I see
A figure bending over me,
A girlish form with supple grace,
With wistful mien, and smiling face,
She lifts her head, I meet her eyes
And am aware with glad surprise,
That she has come from out the frame
And gently calls me by my name.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in Prairie Panorama in 1938

[JustAmy]

It's so nice to see you this morning! Hugs.