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!!!
