Thinking of my Mother. by Mary Stebbins Taitt. My mother loved to throw rose petals up in the air and watch them fall against the blue blue sky. She loved blowing bubbles, she loved singing, and she loved little children. So this is for her.P365-07 PhA; click on image to see larger.
7 comments:
This is a bright and cheerful image. She would have liked it, I am certain.
This is beautiful! Your posts about your mother are inspiring me to do one for my mother who is slowly dying from alzheimers. Thankyou
C'est très très joli ! I'm sure you will understand this :-))
Thank you so much Sara, Blue Rose, and Marie for your kind comments!
Yes, I think Mom would have liked this.
And yes, Marie, I do understand. Thank you.
Blue Rose, I am so sorry about your Mom. My Mom had dementia, too, and it was sad to watch a once super, funny, creative and intelligent woman forget almost everything. Except she retained her sense of humor 'til the end and often still recognized us (at least as soemone she loved). I send you love and warm wishes.
Your mother is all around you in the bubbles...
I am so sorry Pea that you are still missing your father. I still miss mine, too, and he died in 1998. And I miss my Mom--LOTS! My thoughts and prayers are with you!
I finally posted the piece you inspired me to do along with a link back to this post. I hope you don't mind. Thanks.
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