As Mother's Day approaches my thoughts turn to my mom
Who passed away 9 years ago.
A simple, gentle woman who loved her children beyond measure...
An English rose, transplanted to a Manitoba farm in the dead of winter.
Barely into her teens..alone...I can't imagine how she must have felt...
Hard, long days but she loved the dances on Saturday night at the community hall
Her first driving lesson landed her in the ditch...never drove again lol
My mom marched through life, head down, ploughing ahead through all adversities.
She regretted her lack of education and felt ashamed of her spelling and grammar.
Her Christmas card and newsy letter were the first to arrive for friends and family
Treasured more than she ever knew.
She believed and saw the good in everyone and was rarely disappointed. I think
all those she touched in her life strove to measure up to her expectations. Her
expectations were so basic, kindness and loving your fellow man above all else.
Mother Teresas quote " If you judge people, you don't have time to love them."
were her words to live by.
As she walked the streets every day, her cheery hello and a smile greeted all
whom she passed. I am sure her greeting put a smile on so many faces over the years.
Maybe her words to some of them were perhaps the only kind words they heard all day.
I often think of the difference she must have made in so many lives.
One of my dear friends here on the site mentioned the poem " The Dash"
You know... the little line between the birth date and death date.
That line is the whole life of that person and what their life was about.
My mom, her fierce strength tempered with gentleness and compassion
Tending her flower garden forever
Thank you for everything you gave me