Remember

Good afternoon! I am thrilled you dropped by for coffee. I am brewing a fresh pot of hazelnut coffee for us. Don’t you just love the aroma? I hope you find the flavor is to your liking. If not, I have other options.

It’s a lovely afternoon with summery breezes and scents of flowers and budding trees. Perfect for chatting while sitting on the back porch, don’t you agree?

I’m so glad you’re here. It has been awhile and I think of you often. Hey mom, do you remember?

When I was a child, I was pretty mild and not too wild. I was your little girl with a head full of curls. My dresses were frilly, I never felt silly.  Shoes galore, I always wanted more. We dressed to the nines, you and me. Our sense of style was for all to see. Oh yes mom, we had a passion for fashion!

When I was a teen, I was pretty mild and not too wild. I was your best friend and you were mine. We figured life out, time after time. I had to be cool and you understood. Much more than any mother could. We dressed to the nines, you and me. Our sense of style was our identity. Oh yes mom, fashion became our passion!

When I was a young woman, I was pretty mild and not too wild. If I needed comfort, you were always there. Such a loving mother, I knew you cared. When you were sad, I felt bad. If you were blue, I was there for you. Yes, we dressed as ladies because we should and because we could. Back in the day, that was the way.

When I was twenty-three, you were gone. I felt the world had done me wrong. Why an end to your melody?  It wasn’t time to end your song. Your image still lingers in my memory. Yes, our passion for fashion was meant to be. And mom I must say, you look lovely today.  I miss you so, in every way.

If we were having coffee, this is the way it would be. A memorable chat, just you and me.

Cheers! 🍵 ☕️

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“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” ― Maya Angelou

43 thoughts on “Remember

    1. I would love to be 40 again. It seemed to be a great age for knowing oneself. We must enjoy every moment of our lives, even the melancholy moments as they come and go for a reason.

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  1. Beautiful and I would like to say also, great minds – yesterday I wrote out a poem for my dad to be published on Father’s Day next month, so I can really relate to this. It is truly sad that you lost your mum at such a young age, I was just 36 when my dad died suddenly and I miss him every day. She sounds a lovely mum. I send you a virtual hug and thank you for allowing us to have a glimpse into such a personal relationship. 💕💐

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    1. Thank you for the hug. I look forward to your poem on Father’s Day; and I believe writing about the loss of our loved ones is a way to continue to show our appreciation for them. Sending hugs your way. 💖

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    1. Thank you. I would think we all have different pasts, which makes us so unique. I could write a novel about mine, but would rather just share little bits and pieces.

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