Thinking of my mom
Hi, Everyone.
Today is the 7th anniversary of my mom's move to Heaven. I wish you could have known her. She was such a precious southern lady.
This is part of what I wrote in my journal on Sat., Nov. 6, 2004:
"I've been thinking so much of Mom, wishing my grandbabies would have had the opportunity to get to know their Great Nana. I wish I could wear a corsage to church tomorrow in honor of my mother, who will have been gone three years this Tuesday. Would I wear white, since she's gone? A part of me wants to wear red, as if she were still with me. Is that silly?
I think I would wear both, a white and red corsage, made of white and red miniature roses. I would wear two flowers for my mother."
Then, I wrote this poem:
Two Flowers For My Mother
There in the valley, her body
Here in my face, her eyes;
Under my skull bones ever
A coil of her thought lies.
The way I drop meal in water,
Delicately and slow,
Is the way she taught me, and even
The slant of the stitch when I sew.
In my own voice chanting a poem
I hear her voice sometimes,
And her joy in marching rhythms
Marches with joy in my rhymes.
There in the valley, her body
Far in eternity's light, her soul;
For them I wear
This pale pure flower of white.
But for the part of her,
Vital and growing
In the self of myself, instead,
I wear for my mother
This glowing rose of red.
Thanks for allowing me to honor my mother today, as I celebrate her 7th year in Heaven.
I miss you, Mom.
Blessings,
Mary
Today is the 7th anniversary of my mom's move to Heaven. I wish you could have known her. She was such a precious southern lady.
This is part of what I wrote in my journal on Sat., Nov. 6, 2004:
"I've been thinking so much of Mom, wishing my grandbabies would have had the opportunity to get to know their Great Nana. I wish I could wear a corsage to church tomorrow in honor of my mother, who will have been gone three years this Tuesday. Would I wear white, since she's gone? A part of me wants to wear red, as if she were still with me. Is that silly?
I think I would wear both, a white and red corsage, made of white and red miniature roses. I would wear two flowers for my mother."
Then, I wrote this poem:
Two Flowers For My Mother
There in the valley, her body
Here in my face, her eyes;
Under my skull bones ever
A coil of her thought lies.
The way I drop meal in water,
Delicately and slow,
Is the way she taught me, and even
The slant of the stitch when I sew.
In my own voice chanting a poem
I hear her voice sometimes,
And her joy in marching rhythms
Marches with joy in my rhymes.
There in the valley, her body
Far in eternity's light, her soul;
For them I wear
This pale pure flower of white.
But for the part of her,
Vital and growing
In the self of myself, instead,
I wear for my mother
This glowing rose of red.
Thanks for allowing me to honor my mother today, as I celebrate her 7th year in Heaven.
I miss you, Mom.
Blessings,
Mary
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how BIG your God is!"
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Mary, your beautiful poem made me want to go hug my mom and my grandma. My mom works at the same nursing home my grandmother is in. She came over yesterday upset because 2 of her people passed away. She was close to both of them. Looking back to yesterday I should have been more compassionate to her and talked with her instead of just saying hello and not paying much attention to her when she came in and wanted me to go shopping with her. I feel bad now! I've got to go see her!
Your mother would be proud!
Thanks for sharing
Hugs
Kim
Your mother would be proud!
Thanks for sharing
Hugs
Kim
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." Erma Bombeck
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9/3/09 Full TT, MR, BL, BA, Arm Reduction and Lipo 10-12 lbs skin/fat removed
Hi, Kim.
I'm sure your mom thought nothing of you being a bit inattentive. She probably didn't even notice it. I do hope you'll go to see her, though, as it will bless both of you.
Thank you for your kind words.
Blessings,
Mary
I'm sure your mom thought nothing of you being a bit inattentive. She probably didn't even notice it. I do hope you'll go to see her, though, as it will bless both of you.
Thank you for your kind words.
Blessings,
Mary
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how BIG your God is!"
ObesityHelp Support Group Leader and Support Group Coach
ObesityHelp Support Group Leader and Support Group Coach
Thank you, LaDetra. Do hug your mom tightly. :) I have a picture of my mom hugging me. I cheri****
One week from tomorrow is our day! It's so exciting! I know I'm going to feel the Lord with me, and, perhaps, even my mom! :)
Blessings,
Mary
One week from tomorrow is our day! It's so exciting! I know I'm going to feel the Lord with me, and, perhaps, even my mom! :)
Blessings,
Mary
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how BIG your God is!"
ObesityHelp Support Group Leader and Support Group Coach
ObesityHelp Support Group Leader and Support Group Coach
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