Mother's Day

Her heart is like her garden,

Old fashioned, quaint and sweet,

With here a wealth of blossoms,

And there a still retreat.

Alice E. Allen

Pure and sweet, her fair brow seemed as eternal as the sky;

and like the brooks's low song, was her voice,

a sound which could not die.

John Greenleaf Whittier

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Mother's Day is a bittersweet time for me now. My Mom passed away last September and it's still so hard to deal with at times. At the same time, I have a lifetime of precious memories of my Mama, so not a day goes by that even though I have sad, lonely moments, I have hours and hours of thoughts of her sweet smile, her soft skin when I kissed her cheek, her words of encouragement or praise, the sparkle in her eyes when she was watching her grandchildren, the early morning dewey walks with her to see the newest blooms that had just opened up, singing with her in church, her soft voice in the bedroom when she said her morning prayers before starting her day... the wonderful memories of Mama are endless. When going through her belongings, I ran across so many things we, her family, had given her over the years. The photo above is a rose corsage I made for her several years ago. Every Mother's Day Mom wore a corsage to church in honor of her Mother who had passed away when Mom was in her 20s. Mom had kept it and the little tag I had attached to it carefully wrapped in a drawer, only to be used once a year. I have it now, with many more of her small keepsakes, nothing fancy, nothing expensive,

just Simple Joys.

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