The Heart remembers everything
Although the mind forgets--
The raptures and the agonies,
The hopes and the regrets.
The heart remembers April
When the snows of winter fall--
Hearing on the bitter wind
The sweetest song of all.
When Youth has had its shining hour
And Love its golden day,
Time may fade the colors
And the glory turn to gray;
But something of the magic lingers,
Never to depart,
Deep down in the secret places
Of the quiet heart.From that secret place, the quiet heart
Even thought she had to depart
I hear that Sweet Song so clear
The voice of My Mother Dear
Patience Strong; (the last stanza mine).
Memory is the treasure of all things
and their guardian.
Cicero
Daily Prayer:
Father Bless Mothers who you have put to care for children. My prayer Father is that I may always remember the Good things, and understand how difficult a job it is for Mothers to raise children. May forgiveness be the hallmark of today, for I need it from my mom and I need to give it to my mom. Thank You For My Mom!
Amen
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