even those souls she's forgotten.’ Thank you for your lovely poem. ❤️
My mom found great joy in the sending and receiving of Christmas cards every year. You have brought to my mind the many times her basket of cards brought me joy through our conversations over them and the many stories she told of people they loved. May your Christmas be filled with joy, peace and love. ✨💜
So very timely - thank you! I was just getting ready to read an old post to begin the day and saw you had sent one for today. Just know how much it touched me and hellped. Thank you!
Such a tender moment together--you will always have that memory and this lovely poem. I always loved reading through my parents' basket of Christmas cards. Even after they were both gone, I cotinued correspondence during the holidays with some of their friends until they too were gone.
I love this, Phyllis. It brought tears for me also. It's a lovely memory. I remember when I was around 10 -12 years old reading poetry to my mother from one of her huge books of classics, while she ironed clothes, and I sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor. And again, 50 years later, when she was ailing, and then hospitalized, and in hospice, I read to her whenever she wanted me to. I hadn't thought of that in a while and now it's bittersweet, but rightly so. I do miss her. And miss reading to her. I cherish the memory. One of her favorite old books for me to read from at the end of her life was "Slovenly Peter or Cheerful Stories and Funny Pictures for Good Little Folks" a classic German book of cautionary tales for children. It used to scare the daylights out of me and my older sister when we were small. Another was "The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes". She loved children's books. I love children's books. Never have gotten rid of my kids' books and they're all adults. The books are boxed up and awaiting my hypothetical future grandchildren. Maybe one of them will read to me.
Oh Phyllis, so beautiful it brought tears 🙏❤️
❤️And this, so tender: “….but she hears its music in the love of my voice.”
Simply beautiful in it’s deeply love filled memory of a loved „someone“.
My condolences for the loss of your mother
Thank you, Karola. All blessings to you!
‘the basket stacked with her holiday mail,
wanting me to know everything
about everyone she knows,
even those souls she's forgotten.’ Thank you for your lovely poem. ❤️
My mom found great joy in the sending and receiving of Christmas cards every year. You have brought to my mind the many times her basket of cards brought me joy through our conversations over them and the many stories she told of people they loved. May your Christmas be filled with joy, peace and love. ✨💜
That greeting-card tradition seems to be fading . . . Mom actually made many of the cards she sent . . . All blessings to you, Gayla!
So moving, and every word just right. The editor in me wants a book called Reading Aloud, but maybe you'll do that.
What a lovely idea, Jerome! Go for it!
So very timely - thank you! I was just getting ready to read an old post to begin the day and saw you had sent one for today. Just know how much it touched me and hellped. Thank you!
Thinking of you and your mother!
Thank you! It's not going very well at the moment.
Such a tender moment together--you will always have that memory and this lovely poem. I always loved reading through my parents' basket of Christmas cards. Even after they were both gone, I cotinued correspondence during the holidays with some of their friends until they too were gone.
I’m not surprised that you did that! You are amazing “glue” among people!
I love this, Phyllis. It brought tears for me also. It's a lovely memory. I remember when I was around 10 -12 years old reading poetry to my mother from one of her huge books of classics, while she ironed clothes, and I sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor. And again, 50 years later, when she was ailing, and then hospitalized, and in hospice, I read to her whenever she wanted me to. I hadn't thought of that in a while and now it's bittersweet, but rightly so. I do miss her. And miss reading to her. I cherish the memory. One of her favorite old books for me to read from at the end of her life was "Slovenly Peter or Cheerful Stories and Funny Pictures for Good Little Folks" a classic German book of cautionary tales for children. It used to scare the daylights out of me and my older sister when we were small. Another was "The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes". She loved children's books. I love children's books. Never have gotten rid of my kids' books and they're all adults. The books are boxed up and awaiting my hypothetical future grandchildren. Maybe one of them will read to me.
I loved reading your memories, Jenny. And I hope one of those “hypothetical grandchildren” becomes real and reads to you!