Another Mother’s Day has come and is almost gone. Another day you’re on our minds and all we have are wonderful memories which must do.
It’s been over a year since Dee brought another tub of your stuff and a few weeks ago, I ran across it. There was a lot to go through and some I’ll never know but I pulled out a few pages which will eventually make it here.
As everyone knows, you had a lot of treasures. I found the following poem about them.
So many years, I’ve spent collecting
my precious treasure trove.
Important things sometimes neglected,
as I rummaged, and I drove.
How can I measure all the pleasure,
derived from these treasured things?
It’s not the value of the treasure,
it’s the memory each one brings.
Now, when I die, as is expected,
it will truly be a shame.
I’ll take nothing with me, I’ve collected,
except perhaps, my name!