Here in Boston, it’s c-c-c-cold (-13, yes that’s minus 13 degrees as I write this) and snowy (getting a blizzard today through tomorrow with lots of snow) but Romance has a way of making everything warm : ) So grab your honey- or a good book (or both!) and cuddle the day away.
Love and Arrows,
Dara
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow;
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain;
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush;
I am in the graceful rush.
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
– Mary Frye (1932)
Mom
by Jennifer R. Courcy
The tears, The years, The hurt, The fears,
The lies, The ties, The days, and Goodbyes
And then the light shines through,
It’s you.
All the fears I hold inside and
All the tears that leave my eyes,
Evaporate because of you,
You hold the nature of pure and true.
When I need strength, I picture you,
And all the times that you’ve been through,
You are my sanity, inspiration, and song,
But you’re more than that, you are my mom.
They say that child and mother are bonded from birth,
But you were the first one I loved when I saw this Earth,
Your heart breeds love and your spirit seeps strength,
Because I will love you past eternities length.
After all I’ve said, I don’t think you understand,
That I will always be there to hold your hand!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY with love, Dara
