In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.
In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.
One of the strongest, most determined women I know. And funny. My mother.
A devoted follower of Christ. And gifted teacher. Mom and grandmother (Nani).
Countless are the ways her life impacts mine. And every time I try to put it down on paper, I fall short of words.
But we’re celebrating her 90th birthday this week.
So, here goes. Some personal thoughts and memories.
O give thanks to the Lord, Mom. Great things He has done!
Early morning dark.
Dawn, only a whisper
in the air.
We walk. Step by step.
Following a road
to the place of tombs
and death.
Slow in sorrow.
Wrapped in the fog
of grief.
Not looking for the living
among the dead.