We're coming up on the 2nd anniversary of my mother's death and I'm finding that it's actually harder for me to deal this year than it was last year at this time. So many memories are crashing in. So I'll leave you with one of my mom's favorite poems and one of my favorite pictures of her. Have a blessed weekend!
Song of Shattering I
by Edna St. Vincent MillayThe first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, -- it must have been
Very pretty.
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