photogrl57 Loc: Tennessee

Welcome to Day 134 :) It's Mothers Day .. so today we are celebrating all mothers everywhere. This one was particularly difficult for me. I lost my mom a few years ago. We were very close. It took me 2 years after the funeral to be able to spread her ashes in the Pacific off Hawaii without feeling like I was throwing her away.
I did take photos today but decided not to post them. Instead I am only going to post one photo. It's something I made today for my siblings and myself in honor of our Mother. The words are from a song by Brad Paisley and Dolly Parton. I think of my mom everytime I hear it.
I look forward to seeing what y'all do to honor mothers everywhere.

For My Mom

JacLee Loc: Chico CA

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HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY

Sherrie, that is lovely. Be happy tomorrow and just know your Mother is near by.

laskalass Loc: Land of the Midnight Sun

Thats beautiful Sherry! I think Im going to post a memorial poem I wrote when my Mom passed...doesnt seem that long ago. I miss her so much!

laskalass Loc: Land of the Midnight Sun

My Mother was such a beautiful woman...I miss her very much!!

I wrote this poem for her and read it at her memorial...it hangs in my house. She will always be honored.

On a lighter note ...these are the roses my husband bought for me for Mothers Day.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO EVERYONE.....if you arent a mom... you certainly have one...so Happy Mothers Day to all!

My mama


From my sweet hubby

Roadrunner Loc: Quebec, Canada

June 22, 1938

Boy, sure is dark in here, must have slept for a few days. I found my fingers this morning and my toes this afternoon although I cannot see them. Heard my mother’s voice, she was talking to my grandmother.

Getting to like it in here as I can move some and enjoy the conversation outside. Those Sunday rides are pleasant and I sleep occasionally. When I move my mother puts my father’s hand on her stomach, sure wish that he’d drive with both hands! The only thing I do not particularly like here is the doctor pushing me around and his cold stethoscope. We went bowling last night and I slept profoundly afterwards. The doctor says that everything is normal here; pickles, ice cream and the odd beer. If that’s normal, fine with me.

Times are rapidly changing. I’m moving and it is not me who is moving me, someone is grabbing my head and pulling …. Lots of lights, hard on the eyes … the calendar on the wall says June 22, 1938.

My mother, holding me gives thanks to God for his gift. She turns to me and says,

‘’I give you life, be kind to it; I shall love you for the rest of my life, please accept it.’’


This I wrote many years ago and put it in a Mother's Day card.

That's today's posting .. I'm anxiously awaiting tomorrow.

JParker Loc: Nebraska

Happy Mother's Day ladies.

PAToGraphy Loc: Portland ME area

Can't even get past the first post without tears!

PAToGraphy Loc: Portland ME area

p1 OK, so my tears just won't stop! I think this is going to be a bittersweet challenge for me.

Goddess97633 Loc: Newell, California

Mama's Hands

I saw you hide your hands in line, behind that lady fair,
I noticed too, hers soft and white - immaculate from care.
But Ma, I say, it’s no disgrace to have workin’ hands like you,
And had she lived the life you have, she’d have hands just like that too.

But her hands have never hauled in wood, or worked in God’s good earth.
They’ve never felt the bitter cold, or chopped ice for waitin’ stock,
They’ve never doctored sick ones, or dressed a horse’s hock.
They’ve never pulled a hip-locked calf, or packed water to the barn.
They’ve probably never patched blue jeans, or had worn ol’ socks to darn.

They’ve never touched a young’n, or caressed a fevered head,
With hands so gently folded, all night beside his bed.

They’ve never scrubbed a kitchen floor, or done dishes every day.
They’ve never guided with those hands a child who’s lost the way.

They’ve never made a Christmas gift, shaped by a lovin’ hand.
They’ve never peeled apples, nor vegetables they’ve canned.
They’ve never worn a blister, or had calluses to show,
For all they’ve done for others, and the kindnesses I know.

So you see, my dearest Mama – yours are hands of love.
And I know the Lord noticed when he welcomed you from above.

PAToGraphy Loc: Portland ME area

My Mother has been gone faaar too long - over 20 years. She is a large part of who I am today. She laughed, loved clothes, was a great cook, rarely complained, loved Christmas, didn't learn to drive until I was in high school, always wore a dress (and usually a hat), made her outfits (and for us 4 kids too). Loved knitting, and fine, fine needle work. She entertained frequently, tried to learn how to play the piano as an adult, and she adored my father. She left too soon. I was also blessed with the world's greatest mother in law. She loved me as her own, spoiled me, and lived with us for the last 5 years of her life. It was a privilege to care for her - the mother who gave life to the man I married. Got a Mom?- love her. Are a Mom? - have a wonderful time making memories that will last for generations. Happy Mother's Day to you all. My heart goes out to those who have not known the love of a mother.

Mom: she laid the foundation of our faith, loved tea parties (this was her childhood cup and saucer), and her hands sewed the teeny tiny bears on the bench


The middle doll is my namesake. She grew up in the 20s when Patsy Dolls were famous. She wanted a little girl named Patsy (that would be me). She meticulously sewed outfits for our dolls and each Christmas one of our dolls would receive a completely new wardrobe


For you, Mom. For you, my sweet mother in law, and for Mom's everywhere

PAToGraphy Loc: Portland ME area

p1 Beautiful, Goddess

Goddess97633 Loc: Newell, California

Goddess97633 Loc: Newell, California

My mother was from the heart of Missouri and was a one room school teacher at 18. At her 90th birthday party, two of her early students showed up...it was great!

Mom was always proud of the fact that she lived next door to Bonnie Parker's mom and knew Bonnie and Clyde personally. Course, we all told her that wasn't something to brag about.

My parents lost both their babies at birth, so when they were in the 50s, they decided to take in foster children. I was the first (and only one to be adopted by them)......50 years later they were both recognized by the State of Oregon for their work with children...they had over 60 girls - from infants to teenagers pass through their lives..some for a few days, others for years.

I was dragged to church four times a week, forced to memorize ages of bible verses...but she made sure I had a solid religious foundation which has been the basis for all I was, am and aspire to be...and I'm grateful for her tenacity. I have a deeper understanding of God and His plan because of her.

I am a reflection of my mother. I love canning, crafts, knitting, God and I find myself using the same Ozark philosophy she used on us: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger...and wait til your Father gets home. I even fold my towels the same way she did...I didn't know why for years...and one day I asked her why she did it so complicated...she replied: cuz that's the way they fit in the closet....I still do it that way to this day and they don't fit in the drawer right...but I can't imagine doing it any other way.....

Losing her was the greatest loss of my entire life, til I lost my husband a few short years ago.
Every year for Memorial Day I polish the brass on my parent's. gravestone..a labor of love. They both shine through my life now.

I am who I am because of my Mother..

loguey Loc: Osteen FL

i'm not much for a lot of words but here is an old photo of my mom.. she was the best

PAToGraphy Loc: Portland ME area

p1. She is beautiful, Jim. She must have been terrific because it would appear she raised a thoughtful, caring, talented son.