Kindness in her Smile

I write to Mother’s memory
remembering her spirit,
her natural good humor,
her devotion and her never-ending
ability to show compassion and love.

She breathed life into an ordinary word.
She gave it color.

Even at 92,
she was spirit.
Even at 92, her smile was kindness.

A face of happy greeting, warm,
like sunlight.

She always had time
to pause,
to visit the concern for others.

I sometimes grieve
she is no longer anchored
to this Earth,
yet I celebrate her always.

I do recall her joyousness,
her spirited strength,
the impact of her gentleness.

For selfless devotion, for values,
for essential thoughtfulness,
I give my heartfelt thanks.

And when the stars
flash out at night,
I shall find you there,
there among eternity, knowing
this world was made that much better
because of you.

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Writer’s Cramp
5-13-13