Wayne Boatwright wrote:
> On Wed 26 Nov 2008 10:12:58a, flitterbit told us...
>
>> Wayne Boatwright wrote:
>>> Jill,
>>>
>>> Sometime in the year before my mother died, I found a framed copy of
>>> the following poem. I gave it to her as one her gifts on the Christmas
>>> before she died the following March. I don’t know who wrote it, but I
>>> wanted to share it with you. I was barely able to speak at her
>>> funeral. I read this poem instead.
>>> __________________________________________________ ______________________
>>> _
>>>
>>> Most Precious Mother,
>>>
>>> This I know . . . . . As your child, I have received the most genuine
>>> and important message from you. I know you love me and have always
>>> loved me.
>>>
>>> I know you have, to the best of your ability, with the work of your
>>> body, dedication of your mind, and strength of your soul, given me
>>> love, shelter and food. You have given me as much of your time as
>>> possible in this hectic, hurried world. You have given me fun and
>>> laughter. You have given me safety and protection. You have taught me
>>> about life’s unpleasantries without scaring me too much. In my darkest
>>> moments, you appeared with comfort and understanding. I always knew
>>> you were on my side.
>>>
>>> I know you did the best you could with the tools you were given.
>>> Because of this, the door to my heart is always open to you.
>>>
>>> Thank you for the pleasures and treasures you have given me, both
>>> deserved and not. I know at times I troubled you, and for this I am
>>> sorry. There has never been anything you have done that has taken away
>>> my unconditional love for you. Always and now, in my eyes, heart, and
>>> soul, you are to me the most loving touch, the kindest thought, and the
>>> most perfect gift.
>>>
>>> I have never known a time I did not love you . . . . . I loved you with
>>> every breath you took . . . . . I will love you . . . . . forever.
>>> __________________________________________________ ______________________
>>> _
>>>
>>>
>>> I also wrote of her, many months later, “Fleeting beauty as the years
>>> pass by are my memories of you.”
>>>
>>>
>> Thanks for posting this; it's beautiful, and would have been a fitting
>> addition to my mom's funeral this past February.
>>
>
> Thanks, flitterbit. I wish you had had it at that difficult time. I’m
> very sorry for your loss. It’s a hard path to take.
>
Thanks, Wayne; moms are special, to say the least.