A tribute to my mother
It has been a long day, but a day I will treasure more than any other this week.
It began very early with a visit to my mother’s grave. I wanted her to know that out of everyone who has entered my life, no-one could ever take her place. I wanted to tell her that no matter how far in the world I went; I knew that she was with me. But above all, I wanted to thank her for being the woman she was, brave, strong and extremely patient and that I will always love her!
Then from the little church I went to visit an old lady who also played a very big part in my life. She was not my mother but she helped me to grow in many ways. Never having had children herself, she took great pleasure in advising me on many things. Because of her, I went to university and was able to make a living for myself.
My next step was to another lady who also has a motherly role in my life. She was so pleased to see me and we chatted over a cup of sweet tea. I couldn’t help but wonder at how lucky in life I have been. But there was more to come.
Back at our home for waifs and strays, the afternoon was full of laughter and stories as the family gathered and tucked into a huge picnic of home produced food.
The house is quiet again now...the cats are sleeping by the fire and my very dear and unassuming husband is reading in his chair. I am at my desk looking out at the dark evening. Somewhere out there the hens are tucked in and Jako and Jake are (hopefully) hunting. Life goes on no matter what...and I am so glad that it does.
Goodnight my friends...remember always, that it is later than you think!
And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bosom that's soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we'll wander,--
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,--
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.