memories
of caregiving years
how often Mom
asked if I was writing
and I was not much
enough to be with her
and no energy to spare
now those years are over
a decade gone
I listen to music and
think of Mother’s Day soon
her life of literature
and wonder if she
was passing the torch
before I was ready to see
Ellen, today
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This is lovely and poignant, dear Ellen. ❀
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Dear Wendy, Thank you.
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