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 still...in 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. 
                                               

2 comments:

Joanne Murray Vereb said...

My sincerest condolences...I can relate...I miss my Mom and Dad every single day and it's been
38 years. God bless you <3

Judi said...

How lovely and how true!!
Our mothers never leave us and our children are always with us. We are the daughters that our mothers raised!
After 40+ years of being a motherless daughter, I still find a beautiful comfort in smelling my mother's shiney little compact. That cheap powder never lost it's scent. And, for that, I am eternally thankful. Thank God she didn't buy the expensive stuff....
We are lucky girls!
Onward!
Judi