It's hard to picture her young.
Its hard to picture her old.
It's hard to picture her gone.
I still catch myself heading for the phone to talk to her.
To tell her a joke.
See something at the store ,"I should pick up" for her.
Today she would be 92 years old.
When she was my age, she would become a widow in 5 months. Remaining so for thirty three more years.
She was much more brave than I ever knew.
She was stronger and much smarter that I ever gave her credit for.
She gave up dreams for me.
She taught me to dream.
She was a very talented woman.
She was a broken woman.
I still learn from her every day.
I miss hugging her, and kissing her on the cheek.
Happy Birthday Momma...
Sept. 5, 1919 ~ Jan. 30, 2005