Mother-I use to take all of that for granted. Now when I do get home...I take it all in.....
You see ...for our Christmas gift she gave hand written recipes- her secrets - to all of us, like her mother did before.......
BTW- MY Mother is the BEST cook in the whole world. Said that in stone so I could proudly tell her for all the (or at least this thread) world to know.......she's so quiet and humble and strong, she'll tell me - you better have not!
that poem brought back someone...sometimes it is good to be sad.
The Return
Katherin Tynan
"Irish Love Poems"
I rested in your easy chair,
...Slept in your late-abandoned bed
And felt your pleasure everywhere,
...A benediction on my head,
Through sleep and waking; all the while
I was quite sure I felt your smile.
I knelt and laid my cheek upon
...The cushions that you lately pressed;
All your familiar things forgone
...Took to my own use and behest,
Quite sure your spirit leant to bless
Your daughter in that loneliness.
I sat beside your fire aglow,
...In the dim hours 'twixt night and day,
And knew you would be glad to know,
...You who gave everything away--
I had your old room, sweet and warm,
Safe from the winter night and storm.
I slept, I rose, I rested there;
...My thoughts, my dreams were still and glad.
The dear room kept its happy air
...As in the golden years we had;
And sleeping, waking, all the while
I was quite sure I felt your smile.
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