Lysie, Yesterday was the 4th year since my mom has been gone. I posted this elsewhere. Today I will post it in memory of your mom:
This memory of my mother stays with me
Throughout the years; the way she used to stand
Framed in the door when any of her band
Of children left . . . as long as she could see
Their forms, she gazed, as if she seemed to be
Trying to guard—to meet some far demand;
And then before she turned to tasks at hand,
She breathed a prayer inaudibly.
And now, I think, in some far heavenly place,
She watches still, and yet is not distressed,
But rather as one who, after life’s long race,
Has found contentment in a well-earned rest,
There, in a peaceful dreamlike reverie,
She waits, from earthly cares forever free.
Margaret E. Bruner
Thank you, Geee.