This is a poem my mother wrote to her mother. I read it for the first time today. It reminds me of something similar I wrote to my mom once, I'll post that if I can ever type it without balling too much. This made me cry enough.
I guess that tears and pain are part of the healing process; but right now they just feel like torture
FYI: I write about things that affect and/or effect me deeply, that's one of the ways I deal with it, if you don't like, don't read.
Mother
Bless you mother who understood.
Bless you mom you seemed to know that my eyes were dim and my wits were slow.
Bless you mom who looked away when I did something wrong yesterday.
Bless you mom with a cheery smile who always took time to chat for a while.
Bless you mom who knew the way to bring back memories of yesterday.
Bless you mom who seemed to known that I was loved and not alone.
Bless you mom who seemed to know when I was at a loss to find the strength to carry on.
Bless you mother who eased the days when I'd go home on lonely days.
--loved and missed by daughter Faye
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