This morning I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, alone and thinking. The children were playing and my husband is gone for the day. I noticed my phone on the counter and it reminded me of my mother. She used to call me on Saturday mornings. Sometimes we'd talk several times a day on a Saturday. But now my phone sits there quietly. Its a thought I have had many times since she left us.... "my phone is strangely silent." That thought led to this:

My phone is strangely silent,
The voice I loved,
I no longer hear.

My day is now so different,
She is resting above,
But still so dear.

Now with broken heart and bent,
Thoughts turn to Mother's love,
Her essence long to linger.

In blessed memories much time I've spent,
Moments with her are never enough,
But each is a precious, golden treasure.

I am thankful for the memories that live in my heart. Though I long for her earthly presence, I will try to be content with the fact that she is definitely a living part of me now.

Longing, Missing, Loving,
yet Rejoicing....
Marla