February 8, 1920 - March 14, 2011
October 3, 2008
As we age and get older,
the winters get longer.
Spring comes slower.
We plod through winter
knowing life will be better.
Come Spring.
The load got too heavy
the walk way too long.
The burden's beyond her.
She longed for release,
to meet with her Mama,
Come Spring.
Mama made it thru winter
hoping life ever after was better.
Come Spring.
Mama made it thru winter
hoping life ever after was better.
Come Spring.
4 comments:
That was beautiful Ma!
Did you write that poem? I don't know if you wrote it or not but it is SO true!
I'm guessing that Mom wrote that!
I did write it. Well, I'm still writing it. I've been writing it all winter! Finally, I just published it. thank you, both, for the complements.
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