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Echoes of remembrance on the way to Mother's Day...

Memory's Reawakened Moments

by Mrs. KT

Ravaged by relentless pain and debilitating loss, My mother departed this world; In bits and pieces of memory's reawakened moments, She returns, vibrant and whole, time and again: Always in blooming waves of nature's splendor      Carpets of nodding lilies of the valley      Clusters of golden marsh marigolds      Rows upon rows of cobalt blue delphinium                                                                          I feel her presence Oftentimes during instances of quiet discovery       A tarnished brooch silently waiting to be found       Her grandchildren’s giving hearts and caring ways       Faded snapshots placed between pages of dog-eared books                                                                         I see her smile Sometimes amid life's daily challenges      Loved ones' burgeoning doubts or missteps      Societal expectations demanding blind acquiescence      Isolation's crippling silence in a strident, discordant world                                                                         I channel her strength Assuredly among welcoming hallmarks of home        Freshly baked blueberry cobbler oozing rich goodness        Grapevine wreaths decorated with plump bittersweet vines        Imperfect Christmas trees adorned with twinkling white lights                                                                         I hear her laughter                                                                                                                  Invariably within the landscape of each day's gifts         Candlelight's soft glow on a snow-swept evening         A Monarch butterfly gently alighting upon a stem of lilac blossoms         Northern Michigan sunsets viewed from a sheltering bluff                                                                        I share her mindfulness In truth, I have little need for a designated holiday To honor my mother’s ways Or to celebrate how she filled my life with meaning and wonder And yet… On this Mother’s Day I shall rise early walk along the woodland pathways of my world gather a small bouquet of her beloved lilies of the valley place them in her favorite cobalt blue vase and whisper a silent prayer of thanks:   For all you were For all you continue to be For a lifetime of unconditional love                           This day belongs to you, Mom…

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