When I was young I used to love
to sit upon your knee.
I’d gaze into your loving eyes
as your arms enfolded me.
Your gentle kiss would stir
the golden tendrils of my hair,
as whispered sentiments of love
we quietly would share.
We’d read a book together,
the same time after time.
I knew all of the words by heart,
you didn’t seem to mind.
When darkness fell you tucked me in
and gently kissed my cheek.
You’d wish upon a shooting star
the Lord my soul to keep.
The years have passed so quickly,
death parted you from me.
I hope you know how much it meant
when I sat upon your knee.
Gazing to the heavens,
as I quietly reminisce,
I’d give a million of those stars
to feel your gentle kiss.
I’d give all my tomorrows
to hear you read to me,
and remember those quiet moments
when I sat upon your knee.
By Louisas Lodge
What a lovely poem, Loretta! It so captures your relationship with your Mom that I was surprised to see when I got to the bottom that someone else had written it–I though you had!
We’re all thinking of you and Henri today and missing her, too. Love, Cia
Although I didn’t write the words…and I can understand why you would think I did…they certainly speak to how I feel. Thank you for thinking of me today.
What a lovely tribute. I can just see your Mom smiling as she reads it. My day is in memory of my “other” Mom, Henrietta. Had a slice of toast with her apple butter, wore her necklace to church and am now going to walk Cocoa wearing a hat she made me. Plan to eat some Yaggi’s cheese for lunch. So many wonderful memories…what a beautiful woman. Henrietta will always hold a special place in my heart. Sending you a hug, Loretta
Thank you for honoring Henrietta in so many ways today, Deb.
It’s lovely to have those daily reminders of Mom. Morning coffee in a Clay Museum mug, chopping veggies with one of her Warther’s knives, tossing salad in her favorite Doverware bowl, her little stuffed lamb perched upon my night table.
And right now…one of her beautiful scarves, her powdery scent still clinging, is draped about my neck…helping me feel her loving and reassuring hug.
And BTW…I also had Yaggi’s cheese for lunch today. 🙂
Thank you for posting such a sweet remembrance of a mother’s love, Loretta. I agree with Cia, I was certain you wrote the poem.
Thinking of her especially today, Henri treasured spending time with her girls..her daughter and her little white four legged friend, Hannah. Today I was blessed to be able to spend time and give a mother’s love to my boys… David and my little white four legged friend, Frederick. In her honor, I strive everyday to be the mom she personified.
Loved and miss Henrietta always and you and your regular visits to Dover, Loretta. Hugs and blessing, Barbie
Thank you, Barbie, for the lovely words and the hugs…I feel them. I just wish they were in person! Also missing those regular visits, but I will always have the ties of home and friendship that will bring me back Dover. Diva Hug back to you!
What a lovely poem……so fitting. Henrietta has been on my mind every day for a month. I went through each day thinking of all the things we did together. Can still see her sweet lovely face. I know how much your heart aches. My love to you.
You were both blessed to have had such a special friendship. You and Mom had exactly what I’m so fortunate to have with my own friends. And as difficult as it is to lose a mother, it’s no less lonely when you lose a true friend…especially one who’s woven into the fabric of your daily life.
Love this picture of you and your mother. Wish I’d known her!
She was something special! Thanks for stopping by Rosie!
As I sit here…Quietly…I re-read your poem…not only remembering your mom…our sweet Henrietta…but you, too. The weather is crummy…cold and icy…but I long for comfort and found it in these words as I remember Henrietta, her sweet smile, her hug and just WHO she was. But I also feel close to you, Deb & Barb…as we are planning our next reunion. I assume with age…these thoughts are heavier and stronger…the life we have shared so deeply…keep writing Loretta, as you have such a gift that you share.
Because of your warm words of love and friendship, the day no longer feels quite so cold and dreary. This was just what I needed to read. Thank you, dear friend.