Mommy,
This is the first Mother's Day, since I could put a pen to
paper, that I'm not mailing you a card or gift or drawing from the
kids. You always saved them so well over the years. I didn't inherit
your voice, or your guitar skills, but I will at least work on keeping
alive your regard for memories big and small. We'll still make you a
card this year...it will be on the dining room table. Should you feel
like dropping by, pluck us a feather from your angel wing and leave it
in the napkin holder.
I love and miss you
- Mary
