

i suppose that when in your 90’s that the road behind you has more to tell than the road ahead and instead of the worry and the hurry to get where you thought you should be you listen to that long long road i hear my mom as she walks that road and stops along the way she pauses and wonders what can she say to give thanks to God for her family what can she say to give thanks to God for all the love that surrounded her journey in one story she laments her losses then as the tears are flowing a moment comes to the surface and suddenly she laughs sorrow harmonizes with joy laughter sings with tragedy but still still gives thanks and on that road she remembers all the gifts without number that she has shared with family with friends now she’s tired her most frequent visitor is pain here eyes are dim but her voice doesn’t wane as she skips down that road picking memories like a beautiful rose she holds in her hands the important things that somehow we forget but she knows and her wisdom falls like sweet silver snow on the hearts of all who listen bringing light and it just glistens in your soul she recalls the years with pride and with deep lament she speaks of her mom and dad her sisters her brothers with thankfulness carried by her tears she speaks of their love so much love there is a power in her spirit that pays no attention to her age or the sheer exhaustion of each day her diminished frame is a sanctuary of strength and lovem i hope i have passed along the smallest portion of her love to my family for even a fragment of that love would fill the world would flood a soul would help mend the wounds we all carry thank you mom for speaking truth for remembering to laugh for lamenting all the sadness for all your love so much love
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