Mother's Day thoughts

“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.” Mitch Albom

Cherries and Berries in Sparkling Jars

 

 

This is a picture of the book my Mom and Dad put together after Dad retired in 1985. They picked out some of their favorite poems and carefully, and with great love, put this little book together. My Great Aunt Maxine did some illustrations and it was sold at a local bookstore.

She has many, many more writings and poems that aren't included in this book but it is a joy and a priveledge to have this.

 

The poem this book was named after was a lullaby Mom wrote for her  best friend Lois's first grandchild, Justin.

 

Little boy with sun in your hair,

I'll give you wiggles and giggles to wear,

I'll give you a kiss and a laugh and a hug,

A white china bowl and a thick golden mug.

I'll give you drums and horns to play,

Days as soft and green as May,

Tickly breezes to sing in the trees,

Feathery birds and fuzz buzzy bees.

I'll give you toys and trucks and trains,

Liquid silver when it rains,

Velvet nights with diamond stars,

Cherries and berries in sparkling jars.

I'll give you clothes of rainbow hues,

Hand rubbed leather for your shoes,

Cloud-like pillows soft and deep,

And a little dog to take to sleep.

Intro to my Mama and her writtings

My Mom, Donna Zich, was an amazing person and a talented writer! I heard her say something bad about someone else maybe...once or twice in my life. She was a sensitive, smart, caring woman who cared much more about everyone else's well being than her own. She was an introvert who shared her love of reading, gardening, bird watching, writing, memorizing scripture and the art of conversation with me and my 2 brothers. When she died in 2002, she left us her legacy of  poetry and writing. I couldn't even begin to read one of her poems for years because of the tears but, now more than 10 years later, I can actually read some of them without crying. I hope to share her with anyone who loves prose and poetry.