Sunday Morning Sunshine: Happy Mother's Day!

 Memo for a Lady

Never say again you are old!

Have you considered how much longer

Ago than you, the pyramids were created,

And the temple of Diana at Ephesus,

And even Venus? They are old. 

And never say you're not attractive.

Remember that for us

Who look deeper than skin

And see your thought flowering

Goldenly as sunflowers, and more tall,

Hear your heart singing sometimes

And feel the warmth of its love,

And join in your laughter often,

 

You are beautiful!

 

--Elaine V. Emans

You're forever young now, Mama, dancing on heaven's golden streets!

My Mama's Faith

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Sunday Morning Sunshine: This is October

 I love this poem; it speaks to me!

Enjoy!

A Vagabond Song

THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple  and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

Bliss Carman. 1861