As Always
(Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Friend and Genealogist)
Every word she speaks
Every time we meet . . .
No wonder we seek
Acceptance, received
As always so freely
And consistently
Offered
No trouble, no matter our grieving
There's no end to her reaching
Our souls
Never doubting, we believe
Nothing wavering, we cleave
Unto her, naturally
This is no Dream, but Real . . .
And we see
Her Eternally
By Scott L. Vanatter, poem written Feb. 25, 2012 for my Mother's 78th birthday.
(Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Friend and Genealogist)
Every word she speaks
Every time we meet . . .
No wonder we seek
Acceptance, received
As always so freely
And consistently
Offered
No trouble, no matter our grieving
There's no end to her reaching
Our souls
Never doubting, we believe
Nothing wavering, we cleave
Unto her, naturally
This is no Dream, but Real . . .
And we see
Her Eternally
By Scott L. Vanatter, poem written Feb. 25, 2012 for my Mother's 78th birthday.
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