Mother’s Memories
A loving smile, a gentle touch,
these are the first remembrance of mother.
Tales of “when I was a child,” with
drawing pictures in the dirt with sticks,
imagination, tales of adventures,
paper dolls, stick horses, coloring books,
rainy day cookie baking, scratching backs,
bedtime stories, lullaby, covers tucked,
a kiss goodnight --
these were mother.
With my own children now,
I try to recreate those times,
to give a sense of love,
family, and memories to cherish.
Traditions rich with laughter,
and timelessness, to carry on
through years without end.
Mothers have the ability to
direct the course of the future
of those of us who choose to heed,
with their wise and patient rule,
a listening ear, and hearts that hold on tight.
The prayers continue for the children
who have left the nest to go their own way,
the cord has been cut, but the gentle hold, never!
Treasures are made from the memories
of those who have gone on before us,
And those lives are made richer
who were once touched,
by the hand and heart of a loving mother. ©
Melissa Baker Vinson
5/97
This beauty is what my oldest son, Charlie, brought to me for Mother's Day...was a quiet, enjoyable day with both the boys and sweet hubby! Touching service at church with youngest, Mike beside me on the pew, then lunch at home with all of us...ahhh, I enjoy just being home without the hustle and noise of a restaurant...I'll post long overdue family pictures...when I can locate them on the computer! Like I said before, I'm still learning.
