Although tears wouldn't allow me to deliver this:
Good morning.
In the last four months, I have had many occasions to think about mom, and
what she really meant and will continue to mean to me. Though there have been
many tears in life and in that time, I know that not all tears are of sadness and
grief, and I would like to share a significant memory and a brief poem.
Mama Tried!
10 on the 10th
Sometimes when you don’t have much and your world isn’t very big you get an
amazing gift, but it may not occur to you how big the gift is in the giver’s eyes.
Mom would say, “I thought you would get a kick out of this.”
I unwrapped the package on my 10th birthday. It was a green mock football
jersey with a white number 10 on it. I don’t remember it having a name on the
back, and if so, the name probably wouldn’t have meant much to me in those
days.
But mom had selected it...who knows where, but she had found something that
she knew would highlight what could have been just another hot summer day,
waiting for school to start again...I think I wore it all week!
Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom!
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A Mother’s Love
I imagine mother's first sight of a baby boy stays with her when that son goes out of his way to do something beautiful and right. A mother's love is made this way. Under a spring sun with skies so blue, you praised the flowers I brought you. A mother's love is made this way. Dandelions and lilacs, a lavender and yellow mix in an antique blued mason jar. I found it under a bush without a mar, carefully washed it in the brook out back. A simple gesture meaning so much. A mother's love is made this way. Though many a childhood memory can cloud, I distinctly remember you praising your flower bouquet. That made me proud. A mother's love is made this way. |
Remember the title of the great Merle Haggard song. “Mama Tried!”
Mama Tried.
God bless!
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