In Memory

I think we would all agree that time flies by. And not just when you are having fun. As Thanksgiving gets closer I realize my dad and mom would be having an anniversary; had she lived. It has been 10 years since she passed away and most days it is still so fresh in my heart. Some things you never get over, you just get through them.
Many years ago I found a poem that reminded me of my wonderful mother. I copied and sent it to her. I am so glad I did. But I kept the clipping and yesterday, while going through a box of magnets, I found it. I used to keep it on the side of my fridge but through all the years of moving and rearranging I, sort of, moved it around and didn't pay much attention to it. I did when I found it. If you would let me, I would like to share it with you now. It isn't to make anyone sad, though it will, but to keep the spark of love going for moms here or gone.


I study the lines of age upon her face
that only "the Master's " hand can erase.
Why do I feel so guilty as I gently brush her hair
as she sits patiently, silently, in her favorite chair?
The hands, once so busy, for me, over the years
lay now passive-so quiet- I blink back the tears.
The tottering steps she tries so hard to take,
the cane that now helps her- has to be- for her sake.
Yet her strength from within still comes forth- lingers there
helping me to be patient
with my loving care.


I love you MOM.

In memory of STELLA MOTT BENNETT
August 5, 1918- February 11,1999