It was a sensational day, and it wasn't because of flowers or shiny things. It was reading books to Sparkly in the very early morning hours, her asking for a "fun party" before the sun even came up and climbing over my bent knees, saying "mountain." It was going to Mass with you and cuddling while the deacon read a poem about mothering that brought me to tears. It was cleaning out the minivan and finding little stickers decorating your door. It was taking turns scratching each other's backs during bedtime reading. It was little feet and hands. It was Sparkly singing "Alleluia," and you cracking geodes with Papa and Pakka. It was feeling grateful to Magia, and cherished by you, Sparkly and Papa.
Thoughts Of You
By Paula Stone
Memories of another time still come
To me and fill my mind, with thoughts
Of you when you were young. I lie awake
'Till the morning sun comes creeping
Through my window shade, as I dwell upon
Mistakes I've made. What I would give to
Go back in time and feel your little
Hand in mine. To cherish each fast and
Fleeting day. To hold you close and kiss
Away, each pain that life will have in
Store and try to give you so much more.
You are part and will always be, imbedded in the soul of me. While I'm
Here, I want to say, that I've loved you
Each and every day and when my time on
Earth is gone.
The privilege was mine to have been your Mom.
Happy Mother's Day!! Who knows? Maybe by the time you read this, you'll be mothers to your own children....
All my love,
Mama
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