A Note to My Mom

Betsey, while pregnant with Mary 


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

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