Flowers for Mom

I remember as a little girl, Wandering to the vacant lot in town, Stopping to pick the prettiest wildflowers, Then running them home to my mom, I don't remember what she said, But she kept them 'til they died, So, I know she must have liked them, And I knew, though flowers fade, Her love … Continue reading Flowers for Mom

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Two, Two Blessed

"So, twenty two, no matter which way you look at it," she says. I nod and mildly smile, " I guess so."  You see, she is the second or third aunt to say this, and I had thought it myself upon the approach of  this next milestone.  The joke is beginning to taste like yesterday's … Continue reading Two, Two Blessed