GIFTS FROM MY MOTHER

She was articulate and bright and feisty, my mother.

Brutally honest, perceptive, all-knowing, like no other.

She raised three children: myself, my sister, and my brother.

Teaching us: "Give charity, be strong, and love one another."

Macular Degeneration slowly robbed her of her sight,

So, the smell of fresh air and flowers brought her delight.

Her family love, a zest for life, and enjoying good health

Were other riches that became her wealth.

We experienced E.S.P., shared by two, so close

There was no need to be verbose.

I'd be driving, alone, and suddenly I knew

She needed me; Mom was feeling blue.

"Like mother, like daughter," I've heard people say,

I can't believe I do things exactly her way!

She taught me so many things, often causing confusion

But, I have a kaleidoscope of memories, without illusion.

I'll be mourning for her in my own unique way,

By celebrating her life, through my actions each day.

She'll be with me, from now on, in so many places

As I glance at her photo or at her great-grandchildren's faces.

Mom made our traditions stay strong and our faith stable.

Her delicious holiday recipes will remain on our table.

Goodbye Mother and thank you for gifts I will treasure.

Being your daughter was my lucky pleasure.

(In memory of Gertrude Gudin Weiss – 6/25/09 – 4/20/02)

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