By Carole Nichols
The taste of joy, how bittersweet
Mingled twixt a mother's tears
That justice comes, slowly sure
Cannot erase the lonely years.
A mother's love held fast by faith,
And kindness cushions sadness deep.
Yet much preferred are children's arms
O'er justice coming, full, replete.
The years loom long and empty,
Oh, bittersweet the victory!
Tears mark the grieving lines,
Made deep by aching memory.
May God continue to bless you Virgie Arthur. I'll fight for as long as you do!
Must be the hardest thing to endure when
ReplyDeletechildren pass before you do.
Somewhere down deep in 'that heart of Texas' there's a yellow rose.
No one is perfect.
Did I ever mention that yellow roses were my Mother's favorites?
ReplyDeleteMight be more to 'all this' than meets the eye.
I especially dislike looking at magazines and television for entertainment.
What I really like is learning how to cook.
Kinda think I believe in 'all those ingredients,' too.
Seems each has a part to play.
Except for me.
Except for me...I kinda like that.
I'm cookin' up something rather special tonight...
Root vegetables with herbs and spices and old apples.
And, of course I still think AKA Jane Devin should and will someday remember her Mom in a good light.
ReplyDeleteThere is always 'that glimmer.'
That was pretty funny 'bout Elvis and Nixon.
LOL