My Mama
By Richard L. Provencher
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is a lady of magnificence
someone within
a framework of body
sculptured with reason
highlighted with eyes that
see all. She’s somebody-
a person of worth
and angels surround her.
Mama is my very
own dear mother full
of substance
with caring hands-
a loving heart
yet struggling to be heard
and Jesus knows
her well.
(written for Louise-
mama’s daughter)
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missing you
Can't quite figure out who is who Richard is the poem about your own mother? She should be long passed?
Early last year our mother passed away, I miss her. Thankfully we are coping well. Not always so nice I try not to not think about it too much, but I am glad she's not under the lockdown she loved traveling and holidays and she liked working too. She would not want having to be sitting at home all the time and with all just bad news.
Although she would probably be reading books the whole time she really enjoyed it, easily three novels a day and every day, she was a speed reader a natural. When I was a child I believed she knew basically every thing. You could ask her anything. Well almost! Like a google!
My brother is doing fine he is a stalwart he looks after most of our domestic stuff. They say blood is thicker than water. For sure.
We just watched our first Virus – the End - Save the World this afternoon, Quick off the mark! Serious bucks movie Stratham and the Rock. I have found the movies rather a salvation.
All the best Richard! && Nolan
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