Sunday, May 8, 2005AN AGING MOTHER: A POETIC REMEMBRANCE OF MY MOTHERI wrote this poem just a few months before my Dad's passing, and now a few years later Mom has joined Dad in heaven. Last night, I received a phone call, From my mother nearing eighty years old. She lamented, Son, I am not doing well at all-- I am just not sure how much further I can go. Your father... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MountainClimber57 at 8:53 PM Comments (2) (link) |
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