To Momma

 *To Momma

Rose, you bloomed so sweetly

In the summer time.

All the sun's warm light

And all the rain's bright gleam

Gathered there in you.

You were beauty,

You were love,

You were a symbol

Of all good things.

You were bright in the afternoon,

But the morning had seen you cry.

The dewy tears you wept

Were shed for me.

You knew my heart would break

When you were gone.

* My sweet mother, Rose Florence Marie, died 57 years ago today.

I still miss her.

I love you, Mom.

Her breathing had been quite labored until 8:45 PM when it calmed. I thought. It was simply empty hope but I hoped it was an indication of improvement.

I asked the nurse if the doctor would be in to see her. She indicated he would not.

On the way home, weeping, I remembered the scripture verse, "They who are whole need not a physician but they who are sick." It was little comfort at the moment, but I have always thought it was JESUS' way of telling me that she was with HIM.