A few months ago, in one of the many packages that Mimi sends to us, I found this poem that she wrote for me… Before you were even born…
A wisp of smoke,
my girl is gone.
A memory that can’t be grasped.
She has a life to live,
A family to make.
Yet, not with me,
that happened long ago.
Like smoke,
she left her scent,
her trail,
her mark.
I inhale her memory,
my purpose is done.
It’s glorious,
and sad.
Colleen Ryan Kettrick
July 18, 2010
I have no words for how beautiful this is and what it means to me…
This woman taught me how to be a mother… A kind, loving, tender mother who lives for her children… A mother I can be proud of… If I am even half the mother she is, then Brianna is a lucky girl…
Thank you Mom… I love you with all my heart!!
