MY MEMORIES IN VERSE
The day I was dreading had arrived—it was inevitable. I had seen the brain fog creeping in, I knew it was coming but had chosen to ignore it for as long as possible. My ever capable, intelligent mom had started forgetting important things, like paying her bills, it was time to take over her finances, so I offered, and she thanked me. When I looked through her wallet, I made a remarkable discovery.
Tucked away in a tiny compartment were four Mother’s Day poems I’d written for her in the 1960s. She had saved and cherished those simple little gifts for 50 years. What a happy surprise!
Mom has gone to join her “Chum”, some years ago, but I keep her wallet right next to my laptop and think of her daily but especially on Mother’s day. Mom, for you and all the mothers on Vilily and all mothers who read this post, May our Almighty Father bless each and every one of you, for mothers are everything that is good in life…
This prayer is for all mothers.
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Mom, were you “spoiled” a bit today, I hope so?