Although I am away and having a wonderful time, I couldn't help but awaken this morning and feel sad. Today would be my mother's 87th birthday; she died two years ago. In celebration of her life, I'm reprinting one of her poems.
Marjorie Schwartz, 1922-2007
On a Sad Day
Don't cry for me.
I have loved and been loved
with more sweetness than most.
I promise to be a gentle ghost,
with only a reminder here and there...
an off-key song...a steak that's rare...
an ice cream cone...a silly poem.
So, smile awhile and think of the stories I'd tell,
then remember me...and laugh like hell!
"Mama, I love you dearly, miss you, and often think of you. You live in my heart and soul."
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