It was just yesterday when she felt the breezes from Lakeside Ballroom,
dreamed of Frank Sinatra,
gave her heart,
smelled the youth of her children,
broke her heart,
and trusted her heart again…
It was just today when the wind brushed her skirt,
she hoped and twirled like a little girl.
(This is the short version of my mom’s story. Some will wear their heart on their sleeve, I painted hers on her jacket.)
March 20, 2014 at 1:27 pm
I am glad that I only have part of my makeup on cuz these tears of tenderness are making tracks down my cheeks. That’s very touching May this world keep spinning with beautiful memories
March 20, 2014 at 1:34 pm
You deserve a lifetime of tenderness!