A June Day
Each day, this tapestry, this background grows.
Perceptible on the surface, even richer with distance.
You who sewed this life together from the threads and fabric given you,
You who treated all like loved children,
Who showed that kindness is possible in all acts,
That love is enduring and permeating.
As days are removed, so too can we reach forward,
Straining our necks to see and feel you,
Knowing that each day we are a small glimpse of you,
A fragment of your life, a piece of your attitude and strength,
Each of us a continuing and enfolding story,
But together, a completing puzzle.
So beautiful. Is it yours? We are each a fragment of her life. I see it in so many of my actions. Thank you and much love.
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ReplyDeleteAs I walked last night, I saw just the North Star above in the sky by itself. The quiet brilliance gave the sense that Mom was there, in the same way you so sweetly speak of, lighting the sky alone as day waned until all the star-children came out to shine in a glowing family....
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