I think of Mother when I see
tall chestnut candles on a tree,
my Mother always kept a light,
for us when we were out at night.
I think of her when roses shed
their petals on a flower-bed,
like silken dresses spread to dry,
beneath a breathless summer sky.
The smell of new bread makes me see
the old farmhouse that used to be,
a place where laughter, joy and tears,
journeyed down throughout the years.
White Christmas days…… star studded nights,
the heavens filled with northern Lights,
warm evenings in the summertime,
an old brass cowbells homely chime.
I think of her and all she meant,
the grace and kindliness she lent
to every common household chore;
her welcome ever at the door,
I am so rich in memories
of ordinary things like these.
A loaf of bread…. a porch light on,
and old dog sleeping on the lawn.
(Edna Jacues)
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