Oh, Mother, I saw you,
At the dawn of yesterday’s morn,
And later, indeed, I felt you,
In this heart of mine so torn.
Ours was nothing extraordinary,
But it was precious beyond compare,
And today I’ll open those memories,
Which dance on the evening air.
You know,
I hope,
That I carry you with me,
Each and every day,
But today you are closer than on most of them,
Oh, Mother, please won’t you stay?
Be safe,
Karen
Hugs, Laura
Chrissy
My sympathy and prayer goes out to your friend on this 1-year anniversary.
from another Constance