“Once upon a memory someone wiped away a tear, held me close and loved me, Thank you, Mother dear.”
Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it’s own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.
—–From the book: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
I love you Mom! I miss You! But I feel you with me everyday. And that feels good. Thank you for everything!. XOXO……
The sun lights up a drop of dew. The drop of dew soon dries. You are the light of my eyes, my eyes. I’m brought to life by you…
The color green belongs to spring, Which splashes it about. On nearly every growing thing, That pops a bud or sprout. Against the white of winter time, Spring’s green is fresh and new. With lettuce, Laurel leaf, and lime, And peas and honeydew. Appearing in new gowns of green, The reawakened trees. Are graceful as they bow and lean, A-dancing in spring’s breeze. Each season with it’s own bouquet brings color new and clean, But surely, spring, this lovely way, Has blessed the world with green.
O Winter, King of Intimate Delights…
HOME for CHRISTMAS
With pomp, power & glory the world beckons vainly, in chase of such vanities why should I roam? While peace & content bless my little thatched cottage, and warm my own hearth with the treasures of home.
LET ME GROW LOVELY
Let me grow lovely, growing old-
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamor hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?
—Karle Wilson Baker