On this day to remember our mothers, I thought this post I found yesterday by Pat Cegan was a poignant poem from mothers to their grown children. On this day of flowers, cards, and breakfast in bed, this mother is asking for much more intangible gifts. . . . . . understanding, remembrance, patience, and compassion. this is for the time in the future when the children become the parents and the parents become the children and need the care. . . . . peace and blessings!
When you are old, please remember me.
Today you don’t understand, but you will then.
Someday you’ll say, “Now I see what she meant.”
When you are old, please remember me.
Be patient with me, compassionate even.
I need to go slower, no longer to rush.
When you are old, please remember me.
Today you don’t understand, but you will then.
Happy Mother’s Day to mothers of all ages !
TalesAlongTheWay 
Beautiful and powerful.
❤
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I am so glad you liked it!
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🙂
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Yes
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That is so beautiful.
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So glad it touched you !
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Concur. Beautiful. Touched me.
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This is lovely. Having just lost my mum, who had dementia for the last year and a half of her life, patience and compassion were so much of what was needed.
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My Mama lived until she was 94, and though she didn’t have severe dementia, I had to see her slowly slipping away. The long goodbye! Blessings to you, my friend. . . . Anne
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Ah yes, mine was 87. Long lives for both. Take care…. susi
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A blessing. . . though my mama said, “Growing old is not for the a faint hearted!”
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I think she was right in many ways … Though not surviving long enough to grow old is also not an option people want either…
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I think it is fear of the process of death. . . Pain , disease that frightens people. Don ‘t you?
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Oh yes….
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Happy Mother’s Day!
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Thank you ! I realize that I don’t know if I need to return the good wishes to you or not! 😎
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Beautiful 🙂 🙂
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I am so glad you liked the post!
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I really love this.
There is a wonderful song by Joan Baez (I am certain you are familiar with it.)
“Hello in there”
If I may be so bold, here is a link:
With My Favorite Texan: Kris:
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Joan had such a clear, wonderful voice.
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My mom is eighty-five. I did not call her (we always argue over religion)
If there is a hell, I am going there.
(That is my drama for today)
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You know I feel that faith is a gift free and available for anyone who accepts it. My experience is that arguing or reason doesn’t work. By definition , faith is belief in things unseen. But your Mama loves you. You may find when she is gone, that you are left with void of loss of one person on earth who loves you the most! I used to call Mama everyday . She died at. 94. Sorry if this comes off as a sermon, but it is from my heart .
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And it is taken as sincere. Thank you Anne.
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I agree and will listen to it when I get home.
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*smile*
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Don’t you just love it when some sentimental schmuck rambles on over one of your posts?
😉 😉 😉
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Well I am sentimental ,too, so I understand. . . .
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Actually, I don’t remember this song, but I loved it. . . . love Kris and Joan always cuts me to the heart with her voice . Thank you so much for sending this to me! The empty nest is so hard, especially for the Mama.
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I am very happy you enjoyed it. I think originally it was on the album ‘Diamonds and Rust’ but… memory fails these days
😉
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Many thanks!
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