Who read and performed nursery rhymes at bedtime before I could talk?
“Three little kittens lost their mittens …” “Rub-a-dub-dub …” “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall …”
Are you still that Mom who let me discover my wings and fly to places I knew I should not be?
Who never quit encouraging and prayed and hoped someday I would see?
Are you still that Mom?
(My Dad died January 10th. My Mom had a stroke January 17th. She is trying to recover. I wrote this poem for her).