The Book of Ruth
You are here. The power of thirty years and the promise of new life binds us together again. Two expectant mothers. Exactly thirty years apart.
I don`t remember you looking this young, this childish. Your soft brown eyes betray nothing of the loss to come. Grief has no place in your heart. There is only warmth and love. And the greatest of hopes. I can still feel you around me.
Sweet mother, this is your enduring gift to me. There is no longer a place in my heart for grief. There is only warmth and love. And the greatest of hopes. I will bear it forward.
posted by little green @ 10:20 AM
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My sweet Sarah,
There is no substitute for mother. She is the bank where we deposit all our hurts, worries, hopes and dreams. I know that you miss your mom, especially now that you are about to become a mommy yourself. As your little bean grows, Ruth is holding you, guiding you, and watching over you ... she is your Angel.
s.
S. has said it so beautifully and I agree totally. I too hold you close to my heart but there is no subsitute for your mother.
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