A Tribute to My Mom


Three years ago, on November 16, my mom slipped out of her earthly body and into a heavenly one. One thing my mother loved was poetry. Actually, my mother loved words…written, sung, and spoken. She had a song or a quote or a poem for every and all occasions. And she started thousands of conversations with… “I read an article….” She passed on this love to me and I still remember the very first poem she helped me memorize.
To honor my mom on this special day, the day that she left her pain-ridden body here on earth and is now living pain free and breathing heavenly air, I’d like to share that poem with you. It goes like this….

Bed in Summer

         by Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?


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