And is
My most treasured memory,
Instilling all that is decent and good.
Gentle hands
Gentle soul.
Gliding through life on gossamer wings.
Wise in her measure, she
Spoke without judgment,
Softly, quietly, never in anger,
Unless in defense of those she called
Family,
In which case she fought
With the heart of a lion.
Always near
In spite of the distance,
Always dear
To those she adored,
Playfully childlike
Without being childish,
Quick with a smile
Or a soft-spoken word.
Mothers are jewels,
Honored and precious.
Keep them forever.
You only get one.
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