The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory. ~Author unknown
I read an article recently that advised everyone to get rid of things their kids would never want.
Things like fine china, used linens, collectibles (Beanie Babies, anybody?), furniture, medical equipment, old cards and letters.
This was before my Mom passed, before I started sorting through her things.
A mom’s hug lasts long after she lets go. ~Author unknown
Moms
Are the
Official
Storytellers
Of our lives, and once
They pass on, we become
Aware there’s nobody else
Who knows us and loves us the way
Our moms did. Perhaps that’s why losing
Your mom feels like having your heart cut out.
Those who tell the stories rule the world. ~Author unknown
Storytellers bolster our confidence,
Remind us of our identity,
Preserve our family history.
Other females might step up
To fill the vacancy,
But nobody can
Replace our mom
When she’s gone
From our
World.
Note: Poetry form is a Double Etheree.
The world will always be beautiful to those who look for beauty. ~Margaret Renkl, American writer
This week has been gray, rainy, and dreary, but before it hunkered in, Monk and I took several long, lovely walks to enjoy the Spring.
A rose can say I love you,
Orchids can enthrall.
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist—
Oh my, that says it all!
~Author unknown
If dandelions
show up, isn’t it likely
Spring will show up, too?
Note: Poetry form is Haiku. Happy Easter to one and all!
Oh, look, here’s a big bee just tumbled out of an apple blossom. Just think what a lovely place to live — in an apple blossom! Fancy going to sleep in it when the wind was rocking it. If I wasn’t a human girl I think I’d like to be a bee and live among the flowers. ~L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables, 1908
The dog may be wonderful prose, but only the cat is poetry. ~French proverb
Like a cat
I sometimes
Curl up in
A sunny
South-facing
window and
Nap or read
(Sometimes both!)
I find it
Soothes me and
Readies me
To face the
Remainder
Of my day.
How about
You? Are you
A window
Napper, too?
Or maybe
Only a
Cat-Watcher?
I Monkey here.
Guess WHAT??? I did it!!
I successfully completed Puppy School!
Sadly, I didn’t get to keep the cute hat.
God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled. ~Author unknown
As many of you now know, I lost my mom two weeks ago.
Her passing wasn’t totally unexpected because she had several medical conditions (any one of which could’ve killed her). Yet death is always unexpected, and we’re never ready for it.
I Monkey here.
Mama can’t post right now; in fact, she’s going to be offline for a while, and I’m closing comments because I Monkey have to help her.
You see, Grandma passed away. While it wasn’t unexpected, it’s still a time for mourning and healing.
Thank you for understanding. We love y’all!
The pen in your hand is a magic wand with which you can send joy, hope, love and courage across deserts and plains, over mountains and seas, around the world and around the corner. ~Wilferd A. Peterson, American author
We all grumble about the postal service and sometimes, with good cause: reduced window operations, increased regulations, jacked-up prices.
So let me add another complaint to the pile — S-L-O-W delivery.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 