Three years gone today
My gentle, quiet mother
I’m thinking of you
Lavendar pillows
Painted velvet rose petals
Vibrant cornflowers
Your glasses perched low
Peering at sewing needle
Such masterpieces
Elegantly dressed
Disdained slack speech; never swore
An English lady
Tiny, frail mother
Fierce in your love and care
Loyal and stoic
I long for your cakes
Rice pudding with toffee crust
Apple pie heaven
I wish you were here
Quietly sewing, smiling
At peace with life’s path
Three years gone today
My beloved, missed mother
I remember you

8/19/2026
The Words That Got to Me
Elegantly dressed Disdained slack speech; never swore An English lady
Your mother sounds lovely, Rachel, loving and caring, and providing yummy things to eat and sewing masterpieces! Stoicism, from what I've read, is a characterization of the British, is it not? Your words of love and sadness ran seamlessly and beautifully through this poetic memory of your mother.