Sunday, January 19, 2014

A Daughter Remembers

A Daughter Remembers
I listen for her still...a phone ringing can
send me winging back
into my memories of her,
and remembered laughter lights my day. 
I look for her familiar places
where the sense of her presence
lingers like a fragrance, and I feel
the warmth of her arms around me again.
Forever, I will be her daughter--
Trusting in her love,
Delighting in her praise--
These beautiful gifts from my mother
live inside my heart...
and I listen for her still 
I always will.

*Verse from a card sent to me by my Aunt Patsy on my first Mothers Day without my mother. So appropriate, as usual.