Happy Birthday, Mom ~ March 18

Although your hands never grew old showing signs of age and fragility, our memory book of you is full.  We talk frequently of the time we had together and how quickly it went by.  We miss you, Mom, but really you have not left us and never will,  because we CARRY YOU  in our hearts.

             Back on the farm

A poem that found a home on our refrigerator door for YEARS.

Honey-Bud, lis'en--don't cry and fret;
Whole day tomorrow all
     untouched yet.
May see a sunset, make your heart
     shout,
Lookin'  like heaven turned
     inside-out.
Might go walkin' along o' the road,
Find a gold nugget big as a toad.
Might turn a corner any old place,
See you best friend smilin'
    right in your face.
Honey-Bud, lis'en -- don't cry and fret.
God's good tomorrow's all
     untouched yet!

Today would have been your 86th birthday.  It is with love we still say, "Happy Birthday, Mom!"