1998So many things of Mom I miss-- Her gentle hug and tender kiss. I still can feel her warm embrace and picture yet her loving face. A mother's tasks are never done and heaven must have needed one. For angels came and took her hand and led her to God's promised land. She's surely kept quite busy there while brushing little angels hair. Making sure their dressed just right, not staying out to late at night. Although there's sadness this I know, she's waiting there her face aglow. I close my eyes and I can see, her arms still open wide for me. Happy Birthday to you Mom. I miss you so much.
My mother being held by her father, with her mother and only sibling her older sister.