Sharing a lovely post by USFMAN about his amazing mother –
The following original poem expresses personal admiration for my ninety three year old mother’s courageous struggles to remain independent as she copes with serious physical/ emotional challenges these days. I am particularly impressed how my mother can occupy productively her “senior” spare time by crocheting unique dolls for family/friend distribution.
“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln)
Bruised Scrape From Your Fall
Could Send Most To Tears
But You Always Stand Tall
Seeing Hope In Your Fears
With Each Step You Now Take
You Beat Time At It’s Game
So Unbattered By Ache
With New Wisdoms To Aim
Know No Dreads You Must Chase
For Each Breath Soothes Reborn
So Dance Off To Sleep’s Pace
You Will Always See Morn
As so many others I observe at her senior housing center face similar challenges, I urge those…
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A beautiful tribute to his courageous mother. An inspiration to us all!
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old age
sage
requisite
takes time
to make
anything
but she do
and so you still grow
in knowing
oh wow man!
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So creative at her age! The dolls are so pretty ❤️ . Regards for your mother 🙏
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