Love and Poetry

Mother dear, you were a piece of work.

Smart, fun, creative and kind.

 ONLY A DREAM  (for my  children)

I want to sleep in the arms of the crescent moon

Counting the stars in the sky

Watching the ocean's reflecting light

From ships that are passing by

I want to be like a bird so free

Any bird will do

To choose my destination

Yet never leaving  you

Wherever the spirit takes me

There I long to go

Released from this cage, my body,

To the freedom I yearn to know

Now raise your smiling face

And carry through

Rejoice with me, your mother,

Forever loving you.

           from the book, Daydreams  Alice Franzen Clemons Burt

Today, May 9th, 7 years ago, we held hands and you died.

Your cat Sunny was with you too.

On, today, Mother's Day, I remember you with great admiration and love xoxo

Parkinsons never knew what hit it, when it hit you!!!