You were my mother and my friend,
Which was unusual.
Somehow our characters still blend:
Your wisdom and my will.
I turned, and you were there for me;
I spoke, you understood.
I felt cared for, but also free;
You loved, and I was good.
I am fortunate that I was born
To someone just like you;
I love you still. Though you are gone,
You live in what I do.
Happy Birthday Mom
January 3,1927-April 14, 1999
My first post of the new year~~to my mom. I can't take credit for the above poem I read it on Dani's blog and asked if I could "borrow" it. She found it on the web somewhere and no author was given.
It puts into words what I feel.
So often when I sit alone and knit, memories of my mom knitting and watching TV come to mind~~and the sound of clicking as the stitches flew off her needles!
I can knit gifts for my family and friends and I thank her for encouraging me and keeping me interested enough to continue on and keep learning on my own.