For Mom, who heard the song “Who’s Gonna Miss Me?” and wondered aloud who would
One of your oldest friends said
I have your eyes.
And I wonder if I see the world the
same as you did.
Probably not — it evolves as it revolves —
yet I saw you.
Everyday work, being paid for kindness
with nursing hands.
Everyday love, raising kids and six churches —
THE preacher’s wife.
Everyday wonder, dreaming of Britain and babies —
my phone anchor.
Every day longed for. Eight years now.
Never not missed.
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what a beautiful tribute to your mother. I miss my mother too.
I think you saw her wonderfully through your eyes, and then passed the image on to us. Thank you for sharing!
Yes to “phone anchor” and “nursing hands,” the last line a slow and tender answer to her question. Thank you for sharing this.
Beautifully descriptive of life and love.