Tuesday, December 7, 2004
My mother is an enigma.....a mystery to my soul that feels comforting and warm. She is the person I think of when I smell vanilla and brown sugar. She is the person I think of when I fold warm towels dried with bounce.....she is the very element of home to me.
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Yesterday left its breath
slowly melting me
and today surprised
us both with the
kind glee neither one
has ever truly believed in
Fortunately for you
I closed the window
and ended the reign of
yesterday's storm
January 15th
One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...
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ReplyDeletejust beautiful Christina!
~JerseyGirl
Comment from cneinhorn - 12/13/04 5:09 AM
YOUR Poem! Ahhh!
V
Comment from deabvt - 12/9/04 7:59 AM
Christina, I am so lucky to have you for a daughter! Thank you for loving me the way that you do. I wish we could be together for Christmas...Love, Mom
Comment from tsgerkin - 12/8/04 4:05 PM
I love when mothers and daughters get alone so well. Love is such a gift in families.
The writing was beautiful too.
Angela
PS.....Your picture wasn't there. White box with an x! :(
Comment from readmereadyou - 12/8/04 12:49 AM
Lovely... Lisa :-]
Comment from mlraminiak - 12/7/04 9:33 PM
Your mother is blessed to have a daughter who loves her so much. Isn't it amazing what we think of or remember when we think of mother? When I think of mine I think of rocking chair, toast and coffee and lemon-meringue pie.
Happy Holidays, hon. *Barb*
Comment from barbpinion - 12/7/04 9:10 PM