Tuesday, February 28, 2012

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

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.