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In Mother’s Days Past

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In Mother’s Days past, I would call my mother and both grandmothers and tell them I love them and thank them for what they meant to me. I’ve not been able to do that since 2009. Both of my grandmothers went to be with the Lord in February of 2010. I can still call my mother. Here’s a love note I wrote to her.

Since the dawning of consciousness the timbre of love envelopes me. ‘Tis the voice of comfort, of solace refined; ‘Tis the voice of my maternity.

As the light of the world broke through, the warmth of her hands did cradle me. Hers are hands of nurture, protection sublime, those hands that taught me serenity.

I’m older now, out on my own. Inspiration she still gives to me. Words of comfort, protection and charity, she asks God for me on bended knee.

Happy Mother’s Day, Momma. I only wish poetry could weave such an eloquent design revealing the wonderful tapestry you are to me.

Love all ways,



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