The beauty of a daffodil
lies in my Mother’s hands.
Mom’s palm
is fast to calm any grief.
Mom’s passing went so fast and so slow
but silently none the less.
Oh God, my dear God, how do I make it through this.
I have my Mom’s hands; they make daisies beautiful.
Susan Awakening 
An excellent poem, Suzi! Love it very much, as it reminds me of my own mom. Stay blessed always!
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Thank you, KK! I appreciate your support and candor!!
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My condolences, Suzi. Whether recent or long ago, it’s always just over your shoulder.
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The 15 th anniversary of her death is this month. I am doing better than in years past, but it’s still difficult. Thank you for understanding and for your condolences.
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You’re welcome always!
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These are the things that stay with us always.
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