Mum - 2003 |
Here's something I wrote for her in 2010, after she'd gone.
Sometimes I hurt.
Actually,
most times I hurt.
It makes for a dragging weariness.
Then I remember
her bird boned form,
fragile as eggshell
and those blue, blue eyes.
shining soul
Musings on family, gardening, mindfulness, and life as it happens. You can find my stitch and textile musings at "An Elbow's Length of Thread"
Mum - 2003 |
So lovely to see her well-remembered face smiling out at me from the little thumbnail in the blogs list on the sidebar of my page :0)
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ReplyDeleteYour mother sounds like she was one special lady.
ReplyDeleteshe certainly was Penny - I've always been grateful to have been her child
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