Blue skies after the storm,
Thinking of you.
Memories of hearth and home,
Thinking of you.

Days passing swiftly,
And I think of you.
Nights pausing quietly,
And I think of you.

Mother now, mother then,
As you are in my thoughts.
Daughter then, daughter now,
Loving you with all my heart.

Nancy Jones (c) 2012

I wrote this poem (quickly) to include in a small card I was sending to my mother on January 26, 2012. Houston had just the day before been the recipient of a day of heavy rain and flooding as another cold front blew through.  I’ve gotten in the habit of sending my mother little handwritten notes every now and then just to let her know that I’m thinking of her and love her; it’s so much more personal and civilized than an email or text message.

I remember as a small child my mother writing letters – like clock work – every Sunday evening to her mother (mother being an only child and her own father gone by then), to my daddy’s family up north, and to my two older sisters who were away at college then (all of this was when calling “long distance” was something that was only done “in an emergency” – lol). I also have a shoebox full of postcards my mother had sent from Europe to her mother (Granny), again almost weekly and certainly every time we traveled while stationed over there (this was in the 1960s when my daddy was in the Air Force, and I was a very small child).

Good memories; a good tradition to continue.