When we began this blog in December 2009, and the first years here, I reflected often on the caregiving years with my mother. I am so grateful for those years.

One of the many things I learned was to look for beauty. Those lessons still apply today. We may have been in a hospital room – and look at the autumn beauty. We were near where my mother taught for years. She knew.

Two poems from my archives, in loving memory and gratitude:

another year
has passed since
my mother’s passing
I sit and quietly read
a book she would like too

country cemetery
trumpet vines
growing taller
than the gravestones

“country cemetery” was published in Time Of Singing, 2012.