Who am I?

I am who I was, only now a few years older- a friend of my sisters, the little red vase reminds me each morning of their love










I love tea and roses- though not in that order









my mom's daughter- her memory lingers on- fishing on the reservoir , a woman once young, an early home long forgotten









Inspired by colors,
Heart warmed by family and friends neither of them believe me when "I say I see you almost every single day!"











a mom who remembers little hugs, and little hands- then tears touch my eyes- I need to focus on today- and not was once was













I AM A child of God, saved by Grace and lost in His Love! Bathing me in the newness of each morning- I breathe the echoes of his plan for today and know it is good!